Not All Who Wander Are Lost
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I wandered lost on this road we call life . . .
It all started when I was a small happy 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.
September 30, 2017
Narrative/Not All Who Wander Are Lost
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