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. 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 ...