I have to admit. I am lost. Truly, utterly and incomprehensibly lost….

For most of my life, I’ve been comfortable with myself. I relish the comforts of solitude. It is a habitat which I feel safe and familiar with. But of late, after so much going on in my life I have lost touch with me. The me that I learned to care for. To love. I’m slowly slipping into a place that I know will be near impossible to come back from. And with this fact I am terrified. I have seen mere glimpses of me in this state and it is a sight I would wish on no person.

Someone help me find me…

Even as the world seems as it is crumbling, look to the east and you will see the sun rise. It always does. All may fail but dawn never does.

We lost our minds long ago when we forgot how to smile
when we banished angels to imagination
and never wished upon stars

We lost our minds long ago when walls were built around hearts
The neighbours became ‘others’ unknown by name
Friends now ranked in order of potential gain

We lost our minds long ago when we forgot how to live
when life wasn’t about me, but what I can give

We lost our minds long ago, but still there is hope
And I believe that it will stay
Unless we lose our souls

When the rain finally came, it was more than refreshing, it was liberating. It proved that through the darkness of the earth that comes with the shadow of the clouds, there is life. The rain fell and gave hope beneath a shadow. And when the sun came, the ground rejoiced. For it now was free…