I M Perfect lady

My laptop lost its way to the Internet, no connection can be found, a wonderful tool that sits in solitary confinement.  I can type upon it, but it lost the means to communicate.  It felt so odd to have it sitting there without the flow of giving and receiving.

Tomorrow I hope to call the Internet people and reconnect, how easy it is for a machine.

How much harder it is for us.  I even have the capabilities to speak and to hear and yet I lost the connection with my family.

Perhaps it is not the connection that is faulty but the words that pass between us.

I say things they don't want to hear and they say things that make no sense to me, it is like we are separated by a language problem.

You wonder where the words come from.  From fear or love?  Do they know?

Is there a way to fix this and how can it be done?

Who has to change the manner of speaking?  Is it me and what do I need to say?

I know it is me, I gave up the language of our childhood and began speaking a new tongue, a new dialogue that is unfamiliar to them, truth.

My new language had me walking a new path, my connections with my family were severed.

I am unsure where there will be the opportunity again to connect.

Until then I walk along learning a new language of me.