Constance La France Poet Narrative

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Lost In My Head

I wandered lost on this road we call life . . .

It all started when I was a small girl,
watching in slow motion the accidental death of my sister;
that day, I became hidden and lost in my head,
     confused, dazed, muddled and puzzled, I was lost and astray.
     I just stopped talking, I was doomed, 
     in my silent existence nothing was sure;
     my confidence wavered and I questioned God,
                                         but my imagination soared .
        My parents were baffled,
          they tried to get me help;
one day, in my imagined world I thought I could fly,
so I climbed out my window and tried, falling, falling.
My dad heard me screaming and ran to catch me,
                                          I lay befuddled in his arms;
        "Daddy, what happened?" His tears rained down,
          yet, I was still lost in my head.
I grew up a silent girl, often distant and perplexed,
always entangled in a world of fantasy where all was safe;
and before you think me totally lost-   it was the beginning,
                                          and birth of this writer . . . 

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September 30, 2017


Poetry/Narrative/Lost In My Head
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9458-22-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, Another 2017 Stunner
sponsor, Line Gauthier

First Place


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Entered in the contest Lost, Debbie Guzzi
NA - Judged 10/24/17

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Anne-Lise Andresen April 20, 2018 at 4:31 AM - A poem that deserves its first place ... Congratulations, B.W. :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Susan Gentry April 19, 2018 at 8:51 PM Congratulations on your win with this astoundingly sad write. I can relate to staying in your head. Well-written story, so sad.

Laura Leiser April 19, 2018 at 8:08 PM The sadness is so palpable in this expressive poem, Constance. Well penned, and congrats to you on your top win :)

Winged Warrior April 19, 2018 at 6:03 PM Beautifully and tragically penned my dear Constance...your heart bleeds poetic justice...stay in the poetic light, my friend...^WW^

Line Gauthier April 19, 2018 at 4:10 PM Thank you so much for entering my contest with this gold medal winner, Broken Wings. The inner turmoil is most touching and endearing.

Geoffrey Brewer October 2, 2017 at 9:21 PM Extraordinary, touching story. Is the Broken Wing now mended and soaring once more?

Vijay Pandit September 30, 2017 at 12:04 PM True! So glad the lost person turned into a lovely poet--best for a win BW!

Heidi Sands September 30, 2017 at 10:38 AM I can relate to this, stuck in silence over witnessing the death of my friend and threats that followed. I was also born a writer when I was a child. So well written Broken Wings! Good luck in the contest :)

Frederic Parker September 30, 2017 at 9:53 AM Powerful write Constance, your description of feelings evolving into a creative force from circumstances beyond one's control is felt by the reader...good luck