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LOST

I am not happy, I don’t think I have been for a while.
I laugh, I smile, I crack jokes…but deep down,
I feel,
Lost.

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I think of the ones I love, it gives me strength.
I pray, it gives me comfort…assurance.
I write, the paper soaks up my emotions.
Yet still, I am
Lost.

I have found myself wandering, a nomad.
A homeless soul seeking shelter in others,
constantly running away from myself,
Lost.

I try to empty myself in others,
try to fill my being with their presence.
Yet still, I remain hollow…

Lost.

Silently crying for help,
seeking answers everywhere but within myself
and constantly hitting a dead end.
Lost.

I am…

Searching,
Hoping,
Praying,
Crying,
Searching,
Hoping,
Waiting…

waiting.

Persisting.

I have,
Hope.
That better days will come.
Brighter days,
peaceful nights.
My emptiness long gone,
my demons silenced once and for all.

I yearn,
for peace,
solace from within.

I Pray.
Hush my soul, be still.

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  • August 2, 2018
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    Gloria

    😭❤️❤️

  • August 2, 2018
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    Laureen

    This is my favorite ❤

  • August 2, 2018
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    Laureen

    This is my favourite ❤

  • August 2, 2018
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    M

    Thank you for capturing such honesty. I truly enjoyed this piece!

  • August 3, 2018
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    Grace Germaine karanja

    one of the most deepest posts I have read.Beautiful:)

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