Stolen Words Poem by Victoria Gauci

Sitting here at my table,
I just wrote an awesome poem,
Only to have it fly from me,
Into the unknown,

My words are chosen carefully,
Sifted from my soul,
I pick them out one by one,
Individual pieces make a whole,

Although I admire technology,
It frustrates me the same,
To have my words disappear,
Is now making me insane,

The poem was about flying,
From my kitchen to the sky,
Of how I can rest my heart,
By taking off to fly,

Another may not believe me,
But I tell you here and now,
That I can let myself take flight,
Yet I can't show you how,

When I was a very small child,
In a loving home I grew,
But there was a lot of dysfunction,
So much that I went through,

To look back now and wonder,
How my mother did it all,
Despite the hardships that she bore,
She never took a fall,

I find her strength is in me,
On my darkest days I feel,
That her spirit is all around me,
She's helping me to heal,

All the while during childhood,
I used my ability to fly,
As a way to save myself,
So that my soul wouldn't die,

Funny how I lost the poem,
I was originally meant to write,
While trying to recover it,
This came out in spite,

It's somewhat bent and twisted,
You might never understand,
But how the words come out of me,
Is how I let them stand.