Blank Day

Sometimes the road takes you down a different path than you expected it to,
A thought turned upside down and inside out, only to arrive at where it began.
Struggling to find a way to feel connected without disconnecting.
Too many voices spilling onto the page, making my brain jumble in a daze.
Emotions rise & fall, doubt & regrets hammer along.
But reality slowly fills back up, making the well full again.
All their faces reappear.
Hands move and eyes see.
Every inch of me comes from them.
Accepting we are who we are.
Not afraid of saying it's hard.
This life we lead, the blank days we are handed, stand on our easel waiting to painted.
Waiting to be seen.