Lost and Found


I�ve played Hide and Seek with reality
For such a very long time.
Sometimes I hid from it,
Sometimes it hid from me.
Rarely have we been in the same place at the same time.

Buried in the back of the Lost and Found
I finally found it, now tattered and torn.

I found it buried under piles of lies.
And as I remove it from its hiding place,
It leaves trails of searing pain.

�You had a happy childhood,� he told me.
�You have no reason to be depressed.�
The lies are like arrows through my heart,
That strike me over and over again.

So much has been lost in that pile of discards:
Love and hope, time and space, my heart and soul, reality and truth,
My life itself,
Bruised and battered
And left in shambles.

Only remnants remain
Of the life that once was mine,
Before it, too, got taken away,
And ended up in the Lost and Found.

A painful reunion
With truths lost so long ago.
Dissociation had been her friend
Or so she had thought.

She and reality had never been friends;
Bitter enemies in fact.
But now they would have to find a way to make peace
Since both were so lost living apart.

Many times they�ve tried to reunite
Only to be torn apart again.
Could they stay together this time?

Pain is the price of this reunion.
But it�s the possibility of freedom
And the longing for wholeness
That will hopefully keep them together for life.