I emerge from the rubble of discarded memories
of times where hope existed
dreams were alive
I am alone on a street to where I don't know
I ask but am ignored
people look through me
they pass by locked in their own bubble
is that where I am?
why did you not tell me before now
I could have planned
I could have made a map
but you never told me what to expect.
no directions given
trust and go with the flow
great advice guys
now what do I do?
Do you have something to say now?
any little crumb of encouragement
why are you walking away
you leave me alone again
what did I say
hey there is a door here
Do I open it!
alone
drifting
the door opened
I am in a new place
no one gave me a map
but light shines ahead
may be someone will see me now.
Cara Nov 2006