I am lost

I am lost

Not in the way of a mariner at sea

Nor a hunter in the forest

No I am lost in a different way

The way fire is lost to the rain

or water to the sun

I have been changed and I cannot find myself

I have disappeared

I am invisible

Yet my spirit dwells

In the ashes of the fire

In the dry lake bed

In the memories of those who knew me

The hope of who I would be

Has become the despair

Of who I was not

I am lost

Do not try to warm yourself by my ashes

Nor drink of the parched dust of my past

For your expectations become a painful reflection

Of what I can never be.

~ by porchhound on March 14, 2007.