Written by: Lucretia Crouse

Severed tendrils of hope hang lifeless
As antiquated memories of lost dreams 
Lie in a forbidden zone surrounded by silence.
Validation is hard fought for, and soon becomes
Another deception as I lie lost, misplaced, bleeding.
Trepidation slows the endless journey to victory as 
I gaze into life’s mirror and search for elusive answers. But somehow,
Onward I continue, knowing deep within my soul that perseverance
Not only will lead to salvation, but allow me to find peace at last.

Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan 
Contest Name: Acrostic contest - theme LOST