Lost
Find your way through the maze of your mind
Retrieve what’s been lost
But what’s been lost is now lost
The lost can never make its way back
The lost can’t ever be new again
The lost can’t ever see again
Not the same way anyway
Not the old way anyway
Sometimes what’s the point
If I can’t even wrap my minds eye around this odd feeling
of being caught in the middle
I just feel...
Lost
in the middle of the night with my words
hoping that someone might read them
Which way does the maze go
Which way does your direction go
Which way does your sanity go
When you’re in the middle
Do your feet and legs get pulled under
your ancestors are rolling in their graves
do your wings reappear to take flight
You choose
What’s been lost is now lost
About the Creator
Andrea Bonder
Advocate of substance abuse,child sexual abuse and mental health. No matter how big or small our traumas, you my friend are a survivor. Expect dashes of my personal interests
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