words heard

sometimes words fail me but not often
sometimes what I see isn't what is seen
by all the rest many times rising up
from a fall or too many thoughts reaching
no matter how much I want them to leave me alone
a supermarket writer on vacation
at a supermarket stacking fruit
no place for a writer or a good place for one
it's day to day though riding waves out
over my head keep on regardless of danger
not indestructible just willing to put it
on the line want my words heard...