Searching

I have been searching:

trying to find a needle

in a haystack. I just want

it back. Nothing is worse

than losing something

special. Nothing is better

than finding self-love:

the ability give myself

grace. Many emotions swirl

inside my empty stomach.

Many feelings hit the fan

and burst through the ceiling.

Losing the light to darkness

is not my fault. The harsh winds

of life took my fire away.

I must start a new fire. I must

shake off the dust and find

what is lost. One day, I will find

what I have been missing.

One day, this will all be a blessing.