May 2014
I'm lost again
Lost again in the snow
There's nothing here
No people
No houses
No trees
Nothing
Nothing but white
and me
It's so cold here
Yet I still feel warm
I'm lost here
Yet I feel like I've been here before
I look up
I see a hand
It helps me up
The hand disappears
I see a house
I recognize that house
I reach out
I open the door
I am home
It's warm here
And I feel that warmth
I start feeling cold
I can't feel its warmth anymore
I'm lost again
Lost again in the snow
Lost again in the snow
There's nothing here
No people
No houses
No trees
Nothing
Nothing but white
and me
It's so cold here
Yet I still feel warm
I'm lost here
Yet I feel like I've been here before
I look up
I see a hand
It helps me up
The hand disappears
I see a house
I recognize that house
I reach out
I open the door
I am home
It's warm here
And I feel that warmth
I start feeling cold
I can't feel its warmth anymore
I'm lost again
Lost again in the snow
Story of my life
. Written after depression in September 2010
. Inspired by "Counting the Roses" by Arto Lindsay
"Poetry to me, it's like creating my own microcosm.
A sanctuary of comfort. It was probably, no, it must have been the end of another sad day when I wrote this poem."
- Kimberly Fox, fictional character (D2)
. For my loving family who is, was and always will there for me
Thank you
. Written after depression in September 2010
. Inspired by "Counting the Roses" by Arto Lindsay
"Poetry to me, it's like creating my own microcosm.
A sanctuary of comfort. It was probably, no, it must have been the end of another sad day when I wrote this poem."
- Kimberly Fox, fictional character (D2)
. For my loving family who is, was and always will there for me
Thank you
