I am lost
Can someone please find me?
I was last seen sobbing
on the corner of a street
I know I took a right turn
and a wrong one
Though my tears have dried
My vision stays blurred
I remember a decisive moment
a choice being unmade
Things fogged up after that
I wonder if my tears lied
I am lost now
Can you please find me?
Google maps will lead your way
if you know my coordinates
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Hugs.
That’s what this poem evokes in me, the desire to hug.
Thank you.
Beautifully done.
XO
Sounds like you know my coordinates 🙂 Thank you!
Oh, and I don’t think I told you but your drawing made me think of Munch’s Scream.
beautiful soul in your words
I see this narrator as awakening and healing. She realizes she’s lost and is looking for the way back. Which we can’t always find at first. “Though my tears have dried
My vision stays blurred”
Thank you for this poem of reclamation. xoA
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