I was lost, I was told to go find myself
But I was not there when I looked upon a shelf.
I have lost myself; the hurt and the bewilderment
I’ve lost my anchor; the lonliness, heartache, no fulfillment.
Uncertainties plague my soul, filling me with despair
There is no respite for this old wild mare.
No answers, no explanations; just more questions
Heavens above! Can I stand yet another session?
I am lost, I so long for rest
Within me, my soul feels quenched.
So tired of wondering and asking, just weary
How I yearn again to be fun and cheery.
These days, these weeks and months have been so hard
In the misunderstandings of others, I stay mired.
What is the lost treasure?
Faith, love, mercy and pleasure.
I am so weary of starting over
Time and time again, I have had to be bolder.
The lost, when found, hunger for rest, food they seek
Food for the soul, rest for the body and something deep.
A kind word, a sign of appreciation
The soft whisper of an explanation.
This is what I search for, what my heart cries for
Something to make sense of the whirling blur.
I long for my anchor to return, to have one in which to turn
My body to be whole once more, to stand strong and firm.
So I was not there on the shelf when I peeked
But now I know at least what it is I seek.