I am a fighter.
I will not go quietly.
You will hear my voice.

What have I done?
What did I say?
I fear it is broken.
For I can already see.
The chips and the cracks.
To know that if anything.
I had to lack something.
Something that is far too lost to retrieve.

the lights grew
dimmer and
the room went
dark
but the
picture of
you glowed

Am I
Lost again?                        
                                                                uncertain
In my own world
    Splashing in puddles.                    
                                                  happily

While dancing in these tempestuous fields of my life I am now aware that
                                          I am not lost
                                                                **I am found