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.
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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