lost and found.

the pages gaped back at me

i stared them down

waiting for them to read my mind

and get it right

coloring in and out of the lines

just to see which one felt better

and doing away with the lines altogether

or maybe that's just what i want to be able to do

i walked slowly and purposefully

into her line of vision

because i could use a little courage here

i wonder if they'll be able to find me

i'm not positive where it is that i've gone

for the first time in a long time i am sure...

of this heart.

of this breath.

of myself...

and yet, a bit uncertain.

a bit lost.

but that's the beginning of true adventure, isn't it?

i wonder,

if i find my way into the chair

will you?

i wonder,

if i began to speak

would they find me?

i wonder,

if you took a couple of steps forward

even just once or twice

if you'd find me?