Feels like a lost a piece of time. Lost weeks.
I’m wrapped up in blankets with the summer heat of the outdoors beckoning me to break free from this wintry state of mind
Days turning to night filled with colorful, dramatic dreams
And night turns again to day drifting in and out of slumber
I’m uncertain which day of the week it is
And this is how July flutters by with a dozen plans taken.
Or is it a dozen plans shifted?
Missing weddings, performances, workshops and visits with friends.
These events that go on wonderfully without my presence
Blown away from making memories, as if a flame ignited them
What can come from these ashes of ill?
Some peace and quiet for soul searching
Some captured recollections of my vacation spent by the sea
A recollection of who and how
I long to be on this journey ahead
Remembering for the days ahead that will find me
The lost piece becomes the newfound peace.