I feel lost,
in this place,
where my feet don't touch the ground.
Like a flower,
floating in water,
trying to find ground.
Ground,
that is warm,
and loving.
To fill me with nourishment,
and to feed me hope.
I feel lost,
in this place,
where my head is clouded in darkness.
Monday, July 26, 2004
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