She was lost in a disarray of
music notes and heart strings
that played emotions like
she played melodies on
her second hand store ukulele.

She was lost in a room
of buildings and infrastructure
that surrounded her life
and told her which way was up
and that there was only down.

She was lost in a pile of
faded flannel shirts and
hoodies that didn’t smell like
her anymore because they had
been worn by someone else for too long.

She was lost behind fogged glasses
and curly hair that hung a little too low
but could be brushed out of the way
by the right hand that knew
how to hold her face as well.

She was lost in a cloud of nothing
that consumed her heart until she
couldn’t quite find her way out
of the darkness.  But little did she know
that she was the fire that lit the way out.