Words ricochet inside my head
of all the things I should have said:
the “thank-yous” that lie half-composed
caught up inside of life, transposed.
I stare off into space instead
and chase the words inside my head—
What do I say to family,
and strangers who have carried me…
for kindness shared, for love they’ve shown,
reminding I am not alone?
The words remain inside my head—
resisting form, are left unsaid.
We’ve struggled under life’s demands
—seems nothing ever goes as planned,
with all the words I might have said
preserved unspoken in my head.
© Ginny Brannan 2015