The Words

I write so often and speak so much (even in times I should not be speaking)

Words are my sanctuary

They are my strength, my outlet, my go to,

They flood my mind, they never cease

My words are abundant and they never fail me

They are my gift from God

But, when I find myself in her presence,

...

Nothing.

Speechless; thoughtless; timeless

My strength crumbles, my go to is gone

Yet my words continue to serve me,

They have not failed me in their absence

They stop because none of them can equal her

So I stand in this moment vulnerable and lost

I do not wish to be found