Fumbling with Words

I am fumbling with the words, trying to take hold of the right ones. Trying them on and taking them off, trying to find words that fit just right. And they don’t, none of them fit perfectly. But that is the joy of writing. Always stretching the material. Always striving for something that you can’t quite grasp. That is the sacredness of writing, you don’t know what you are looking for but in the searching you stumble upon something more beautiful than what you originally sought out to find. I am fumbling with the words and the fumbling is my salve.