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

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

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