Day 281 - Running for My Life

I am frightened of too few words

When my mind never closes them off

In pretty little boxes

Like factory made sausages

My mother always told me that was school

So I ran off to life instead

And there I became enlightened

From a factory devoid of trust

I have run all this time

To a world where the enlightened speak

And the lost ones may find themselves

Where we may instill just who we are

Into the world around us

I am so frightened of too few words

To capture this essence, we are breathing

We are growing past the white little boxes

Out of packaging that would keep things neat

I am so frightened of too few words

Frightened of missing the wind on my face

That proves I am here and so is the world

So is the plentiful place we call home

So are the people who make it full

Of whatever they share

Of missing these things I am terrified

I am so frightened of too few words

That would not share life with others

Not adequately enough to explain passion

To name love in all its forms and times

Places and havens it has created

And its promises - if only in the memories of lovers - to never lose

Their engraved markings in this blessed place

I am frightened of too few words