#Poem at night: lost

August 2016

In 2011 I wrote a lot about my lost souls and about this feeling of being lost. It felt wrong to think about this feeling because at last I found my home with my now husband and I have and had brilliant friends on- and offline who have always supported me.

It felt like I should not feel like this and that it was wrong. That I was wrong. Reading over those poems now makes me realise though that no matter how dark and lost I felt all the poems end with a sign of hope. With the knowledge that I will get through this and that I will find my happiness after all. And maybe I am at that point now.

July 2011

Lost

mist covering
my lost souls

their
resistant hope

shines like a

beacon.

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Author: beehalton2

I am ginger, happily married to the best husband in the world, daydreamer, tea (and can you believe it) & coffee lover. Baking enthusiast, book reviewer, immigrant and poet, author, blogger….

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