I am . . . Lost
I am Lost
A roaming soul left among the trees
A sapling learning to grow on its own
This is fine though
I appreciate the silence left only for me
I find comfort in the thought of loneliness
darkness
Parts of me that are different
I may not like them
But I must live with them, so I do
The parts that makes people scary
The part that makes me worry
These are me
I am me
Yet, I am Lost
This poem is about:
Me