Where Do We Go

Where do I go when I'm lost?

It's a funny question,

I suppose I only know when I'm angry.

I know when I'm sad that the anger comes in to guard me

My shield,

my sword sharpened on the splintered edges of my protection.

I turn within,

My eyes glazes,

my heart starts to slow.

And you might ask.

Where are you going?

I'm getting there.

I'm on my way there when I'm feeling hurt.

I go within.

And then they speak.

She speaks to me.

He speaks to me.

Their minds interweave into a new story.

I cannot see my world anymore.

I'm living, breathing, watching theirs.

I'm watching my characters make marks,

explore feelings that I know I have felt.

Feelings that can be and will be my own when I return to the world.

They make the drowning stop.

They make the pain feel less so.

And if you ask me again,

Where did I really go?

I went within.