Lost
On the night of 22nd December 2016 I was sitting outside in the dark (as I often do) when these words began to flow from a very dark place within. I was waiting for news of our son who had been missing for just over a month.
Lost
So here am I lost in space.
Trying hard to find the grace.
Pushing, pulling does not work.
Nothing, found within the dark.
How can ‘I’ pertain to be.
When all I find is more of me.
© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 – Expression #73 22.12.16
If you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day.
If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, know this I will be extremely grateful, and look forward to connecting with you, thank you.
If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, know this I will be extremely grateful, and look forward to connecting with you, thank you.
COPYRIGHT
© Cheryl Mary Coleman 2016-2018, 4theloveofrhyme.blog.spot.com. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Cheryl Mary Coleman and 4theloveofrhyme.blog.spot.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
All images on this website are either personal photographs taken by the author, Stock Media with a One-time Use License Agreement created within Canva’s design platform or from Pixabay with individuals duly recognised.
Comments
Post a Comment