Close to home, far away, news comes calling, passed away. Feel the pain, start to pray, Mind is racin’, snatched away.
Unspoken-ness is a practice. It is polished and effortless because it has been with me for so long. I wonder about these words and thoughts and ponderings even before I understand them. I work through them over time, realigning the content with the reality—fact checking my heart with my head.