When My Thoughts Become Words

The other day,

I lay outside,

my body still,

my mind wandering.

I stare at an open book,

my eyes skimming the words,

though my brain doesn't process them. 

Too many thoughts,

too many concerns,

too many things that are hard to let go,

hard to forget,

and hard to understand. 

But all I can really see,

are the trees.

All I can truly smell,

are the flowers. 

All I can hear,

are the light conversations,

that come from the bees.

The bees who have come out to enjoy the world.

The bees who don't have a clue what's really happening around them.

The bees who are going about their day like nothing's happening.

I wish I could let them know,

I wish I could remind them,

that there's more they might want to hear,

more they might want to realize,

but I can't.

I can't find the words.

Have you ever wanted to say something,

but just couldn't remember how to speak?

How to say what you mean to say?

We're surrounded by words all day,

but sometimes,

when we mean to yell,

we whisper.

Sometimes,

when we mean to explain our thoughts,

they choose to stay hidden.

Maybe that's good,

but also,

maybe it's not. 

I like to think of it like this,


your voice is loud, but your thoughts are louder,


you may seem right, but it's okay to be wrong,


if there's a difficult upward climb, it will eventually meet an easier downhill stroll. 


And,

do remember,

that if there's a struggle...

there has got to be a solution.