Lost
I always feel
So lost
So alone
Like I am in the middle
Of the sea
Without an oar to use
To paddle to the port
Called home
Like I am out in a snowstorm
Without a line to guide my way
To where it is safe and warm.
Like I'm out at night
With the sky pitch black
Without a light
To guide my weary feet
Back towards the right way.
I wish I could
Find my way back
Through the uncertainties
To my childhood years
When I wasn't as lost
When I was without these tears.
Erin
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