Lost & Found

Crying, dying, saving, prying, flying, saying…

All these separate feelings pouring out in pen

Contradicting, overheating emotions down within.

Grasping, mapping, waving, gasping, trapping, weighing…

Truth is found in one, but proved so wrong in another.

Either making you want to cry-or go and try.

Maybe it’s here in these words; pain, frustrations, yet hope, still lie.

Perhaps you can’t truly have one without the other.

You may then say you’d rather have none.

But if I can’t feel my own heart race,

Then where is and what is my fictional cracked base?

I’d prefer to read and to search and to keep a pace and run.

--Written by Sandy Heights

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