There are so many words.
There is so much confusion.
There’s so much I want to express, yet wonder if silence would speak louder.
So much has happened, and yet, nothing really has.
I have been overcome with emotion, and the rollercoaster.
I have been lost, and yet found.
I have been present, and removed.
I have cried, and rejoiced.
I have questioned, learned, connected and disconnected.
This period – in all its nothingness – has brought with it such deep meaning and opportunity.
I have been a willing participant while also a silent passerby.
I have seen others rise behind screens, and in the streets. Using their voice for good and evil. Deciding how best to use mine. I’m still unsure.
I have determined my own worth and lack there of.
I wonder daily, what if and when.
I’m intentionally consuming – while also distancing.
I’ve been shown the light, while waiting in the darkness.
I’m partially lost, while seemingly found.
I’m questioning and dreaming, pondering and growing.
I’m pausing while reimagining.
So much is confining.
But does it have to be?
Can we use this time for greatness?
I need to sit a little longer.
But I feel something exceptional, beyond words, on the horizon.
It may just be a sunrise or sunset.
But that in itself is a miracle.
I will wait. I can sense it will be worth it.