Stolen

Standard

my connection to all my friends and family that use to be at my finger tips

It’s slipped away

Stolen I must say

The shock of being, using, clicking, and have that instant connection to everything and everyone

Gone

It’s like I don’t exist.

When did I and my phone become one?

You steal my phone, so you steal me?

Is that my reality?

I search for what’s worse: losing that connection

until I get a new phone or the peace of mind that

has been literally stolen from me.

The peace of mind is worse.

My phone will soon arrive.

And thank God I’m alive.

But the fear that lives inside is battling me…

I will give it this battle, but I will not give it the war