When I say I feel lost I mean lost but I also mean
I feel absent disoriented and invisible
I feel misplaced gone and perished
I feel a lacking a complete lacking
What is it like to feel found? Alive? Aware? To feel rich with positive emotion, to feel my own existence?
A small poem I wrote in frustration of depression back in July. I was searching for words that I could feel. Things are much better now than they were then. I am not sure if I like lines being so short, I may end up turning this into something longer, but for now this stands as is.