Finding Reality
Location
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
Oblivious actions cutting deep
Staying real while figuring out what
real
actually means
must be the impossible task that
life itself gives her
teenagers
Who we are is yet to be seen
But fog clears
and souls will breathe again.