Girl lost

I am working really hard at my most important project to date. Finding myself. I know how I got lost... Where I got lost... When I got lost... But none of that matters. I cannot find myself there. That moment in time only exists in my mind. Sigh.

Who am I? I am so much more than I was ten years ago when I was last finding myself. And I am completely transformed from the girl I was 20 years ago. I always answer this question with my titles... I am a mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend.... But those words can describe so many people. Who am I???

I feel like a liar when I say that I am a writer, but I have been paid to write and published with ink on paper. I am a writer, though, damn it.... Oh! I am not angry at anyone but myself for selling myself short on so many things.

I feel like a liar when I think about myself... I am really lost inside of the day-to-day business that I've thrown myself into........

Who am I? Some people know the answer to this question and they know that I am lost... But not too far away. I hope to find myself soon.

"Forgotten words"

Forgotten words sweep across an empty page.
I am too close to reality to understand the significance of my life.
Too close to what is really happening to see it for what it is.
A collage of moments.
A montage of little importance.
Sweet memories created to forget.
Life is what happens to us while we are trying to live.
I am trying to live and use these words to create some meaning.
Meaning is in the eye of the beholder.
There are no sides to the truth because it is round.
Reality is a sphere with no surface for clinging.
The page is less empty but the words will soon be forgotten.