Poem by Dana L. Young
I’ve been lost for a while, like a cherished
but forgotten toy
Sitting in a Lost and found box at school
Not knowing when someone would find me
Pick me up, dust me off and save me
From being suffocated by other lost things.
Feeling my hope slip away as the time ticks away.
Each time a curious hand grabbed an adjacent lost item from the box.
I’d feel it. This pain in my heart.
The fear of never being found.
Of being trapped in this box forever.
One of the forgotten things,
Destined to be transferred to wherever
The next destination is for archived,
Ancient lost items
That are past their expiration date
Like old food, discarded.
I’ve been lost for a while.
Not knowing how to survive.
Until I realized that despite the
Obstacles and chaos in the box
Surrounding me
I have the ability to try to save myself.
So while I may still feel lost at times.
I still work. I’m not broken.
I am still capable of finding
My way home.
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