Please Find Me
I was loved once
Uniquely, undeniably, truly loved
And because of that, I smiled.
I was someone’s world once
Wholly, completely, utterly someone’s world
And because of that, I smiled.
I was alive once
Glitteringly, shiningly, dazzling alive
And because of that, I smiled.
But my smile has gone out
Like the flame of a candle with no more wick.
I’ve been put in the corner of the attic
No longer needed or wanted…or loved.
Will someone press my on button and bring me back to life?
Has anyone even noticed I’m gone?
Will anyone ever find me?
Is anyone even looking?
“I’m here” I try to scream but it comes out like a whisper.
The cobwebs that surround me cover the light that once shone from me.
Please find me. Please find me. Please find me.
About the Creator
Diane Frick
Hi! my name is Diane and I started writing poetry in fourth grade. I had a notebook of poems that got lost somewhere along the way, but I still love to write today. I hope you enjoy the thoughts from my insanity!
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