I feel lost.
People confidently walk beside me,
Laughing with people they know.
I don’t know where I am,
The person to my left,
or how i feel.
Lights are blinding me,
Screams draining my thoughts,
Darkness scattered across my path.
I recognize now I need Your light.
Fill me with it,
For without,
I am nothing
But merely
Empty.
I knew when the person to my right
Laid their hand on my shoulder,
my hand finding theirs.
I knew when we broke from the collective prayer,
A poetic,
Individual,
Rearrangement occurring
As I spoke to
You.
One that would only be heard
By my mind
And Your ears.
You led me to him,
Told me years ago,
"He is good."
Though it never registered in what way.
He is good,
Because he is Yours,
Your child,
Sent to be my friend.
For that I thank you,
Lord,
For without this boy who sat on my right,
I wouldn’t recognize
"I am lost"
In many more ways than I
Knew.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
I feel lost.
People confidently walk beside me,
Laughing with people they know.
I don’t know where I am,
The person to my left,
or how i feel.
Lights are blinding me,
Screams draining my thoughts,
Darkness scattered across my path.
I recognize now I need Your light.
Fill me with it,
For without,
I am nothing
But merely
Empty.
I knew when the person to my right
Laid their hand on my shoulder,
my hand finding theirs.
I knew when we broke from the collective prayer,
A poetic,
Individual,
Rearrangement occurring
As I spoke to
You.
One that would only be heard
By my mind
And Your ears.
You led me to him,
Told me years ago,
"He is good."
Though it never registered in what way.
He is good,
Because he is Yours,
Your child,
Sent to be my friend.
For that I thank you,
Lord,
For without this boy who sat on my right,
I wouldn’t recognize
"I am lost"
In many more ways than I
Knew.
I thought I was empty,
But He sent you —
Proof I was only
Lost.
This poem references my friend; the one also mentioned in Not the Way They Think I Do and Confusion.