How can I be warm again
Without the sun?
Its playful light
Chasing away shadows
How can I be free again
Without the key?
Unlocking life’s joy
Securing its sorrows
Where will I go now
Without a compass?
No reason for direction
No seal upon a home
Where will I set sail
Without a rudder?
I’m nothing and I’ve nowhere
Till my heart’s returned to me
A beautiful poem. Asking questions is always a correct move.
Thanks so much Christina. It’s certainly cathartic…
This perfectly captures the feeling of being lost. There’s also something ghost-like about it, with its sense of helplessness, questioning tone, and the few, carefully chosen words. I’m not sure what else to say beside that it’s just a very, very pretty piece and I feel the emotions quite deeply.
Ah thank you, Sara, that’s so kind. Big hugs back at you xxx
Both evanescent and poignantly evocative – but I nonetheless venture to disagree: you are not nothing, and you never will be. Even when you feel like it.
I don’t want to preach – or suggest that I have all the answers – but I can’t not say it: sometimes we are looking for things which another human can’t supply; we have needs which they cannot meet. I have found warmth, freedom, and purpose in the love of God – as well as an anchor in stormy times.
I have not your gift for being heartfelt without sounding cheesy, but there it is.
I hope one day we will be able to share your joy, just as you have let us share your sorrow now.
Thanks Deborah… You don’t sound cheesy at all, I really appreciate you saying what you feel here – faith is a beautiful thing. I don’t mean to get too maudlin, I’ll pick it up again! There’ll be lots of joy to come…
You don’t sound maudlin at all! Just don’t make me cry, that’s all I ask 🙂