Writing Prompt

My body tingles with stillness. I crave the uncomfortable, for it is proof that I am growing.

I evade those whose minds are like locked steel boxes, incapable of seeing the world only in two colors.

I can try to ignore it, but the deep visceral feeling within me has never failed me like a friend has.

I fear the monster under my bed. His name is Ordinary.”

I often obtain peace in solitude. I...

Some of us who wonder are not lost.

We just know that standing still will come at a cost.

Some of us just know we weren't never meant to be still

With a whole in our chest nothing will fill

And no matter how hard we try

Family just runs and we don't know why

Why were lost alone and so afraid

Wondering why anyone who found us never stayed

Why everyone who ever loved us lied

No matter if we begged ...

Not all those who wander

Are completely lost.

Some know where they are

And they know the cost.

They try something new.

Will this green hobby heal?

They fan an old flame.

Why recreate the wheel?

Making new friends

Who can easily relate.

Nurturing old connections

Like unending fate.

So much has happened

In their burdened lives.

They try to find a place

Where their hearts thrive.

Their hearts are...

I stroll

Through the forest.

It smells green—

My favorite color.

I don’t know where I am;

I’m glad I don’t.

Who knows what lies ahead?

A map, maybe—

But not me.

I touch every plant.

Who knows what’s poisonous—

I don’t trouble myself with that.

It feels calm,

The kind of natural

Danger that lies in

Our roots.

I much prefer this

To what I’ve known....

Wander, wander, in forests of stone

Wonder, wonder, where is your home?

Out here, you say, in paths of bone

Where I am is where I roam....

I'm not lost

I merely just lost my way

Wandering through the unknown

On a distorted day

The fabric of reality ripples

But does not unravel,

How far, how far,

In this world will I travel?

Though much is not seen,

I continue on,

Everything's different now,

Almost like a dream.

I am truly far,

Away from everything I know,

But I'm still not lost,

My heart knows this so...

Not all those who wander are lost.

They travel aimlessly

Without a seeming cost.

They choose their path

While others pull them back to be with others

These actions may fuel their wrath.

Some want to be alone

While others thrive with more.

And others don’t realize

We don’t need their bones.

Not all those who wander are lost.

They just want to explore

And the rest are worried

Scared of the...

There tends to be a majority of people

Whom take several paths thru life

Some paths are good while others are feeble!

Does this mean they are forbidden

From the greatness we continually seek?

Or gone forever from an outdated list….

Who’s turn is it to judge what wrongs

We’ve done or mistakes that have been had?

We could spend an entire lifetime

Trying to get back a regret we ca...

Not all those who wander are lost, some are looking for a place to call home, a place of connection, of comfort, of peace.

Not all those who wander are lost, some are looking for stories that will inspire them, create them, connect them, free them.

Not all those who wander are lost, some are looking for freedom, for forgiveness, for love, for new beginnings.

Not all those who wander are lost...

Though I trek night and day,

Though I always am delayed,

Though the forest is my home,

Though I enjoy to roam,

I always know where I am.

Though I lack a map,

Though I am not very fast,

Though I’ve never tasted sweets,

Though it’s hard to eat,

I am familiar with this place....