My Words
There are not enough words in the dictionary
To describe all my emotions and mindsets
Most of the time, silence is the way I express myself
And I stay idle like a dead leaf floating on the smooth watery surface of a lake
Memories, good and bad ones, drag me into a timeless place, which is all mine
And where I can stay until my consciousness brings me back to reality
I will always question myself over and over
Wondering if it is worth sharing my feelings
And pondering whether unknown strangers will understand my thoughts
Sometimes I am afraid of revealing too much about myself
Nevertheless, my words are the only things that remain of me.
Esther Racah