I am at ease with my words and all their inadequacies
That barely express my half formed thoughts
Shredded memories and momentary reveries
It doesn’t bother me that only a part of what I want to say gets through
From somewhere between my ears through my fingertips to you
Knowing that I can touch you with an emotion
Push a button or create an impression is a powerful thing
Even if it’s only an echo of what my mind is trying to shout
Still, I am happy enough in the attempt
To try to convey a truth or truthfully create an illusion
So I share what I can
With weathered words on roadsigns to other places
Promising a destination of sorts
Somewhere up ahead where I’ve mapped my own steps
With the comfort of being at ease with my inadequacies
David Trudel © 2013
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This is great, and very very familiar to how I feel. “Even if it’s only an echo of what my mind is trying to shout”, great.
Thanks Danny. There is so much more that I’d like to say sometimes but can’t.