One word; Lost
Throw in the center of where it didn't belong,
Like a rock tossed in a calm, shallow, cold body of water.
Lost
Thrown around like words in a classroom; unraveled and engraved.
The end of the shelf held a vase, that shattered into pieces, harder to put together then her self esteem, that fell apart when her confidence tripped over that rock that bounced out of the body of water, that rock was her future.
Lost
Was she someone's rock?
Was that rock someone else's mistake that she was responsible for putting back together? Was the broken vase a sign that you don't have to replace the old but replenish the new?
Lost
Like a doubt, in a pool of uncertainties that are covered by a net of fears tenaciously gripping onto the last bit of judgment you contain.
You were scared to let go, let go the judgments you thought were true about you, but you never thought about the good things about you; the smile, the kind personality,
It was all washed away, like that rock that rippled through the body of water, that body of water is your mind.
Your mind of insecurities that will one day be lost.
But until then, you can be found.