Lost In The Mist

From being somewhat noticed

Less often understood

Standing on my own island somewhere

Floating on all the what if’s and I should’s

No explanations tucked in my pants pocket

Excuses many but all seem pale

I have a past that likes to shadow me

Every time I mess up or sit down along the trail

How many walk this very road

And have thought and felt exactly this

The chosen and the seekers

That know their calling but get lost in the mist

 

......Lisa C