I’m lost in oily skin
and unkempt hair.
No visitors and dirty dishes
a reminder that I’ve retreated.
I’m found in the energy
of a hot shower
and blowdryed ends.
I’m lost in my living room,
without a book, or even a friend,
pajamas from two days ago
slung over my tired figure.
I’m found in the sunlight…
in the wind.
At the beach, sand on my skin.
Laughter of my son
the joy expressed
at water’s cleanse.
I’m lost in worry,
night time trails
my mind frequents.
Pissed off at empty spaces of clutter
and the all consuming darkness,
Broken record of things
I should and shouldn’t have started.
I’m found in the morning,
jasmine tea hot
next to my tasteless plate.
In the fight for happy
that comes every single day.
Poetry on Paper 