Lost in Place
by Steven Craig
Many times in life,
ones heart must be solid stone,
to survive the events that come
into ones life.
Many rely on the strong person
to be there,
to take the punch,
and still carry on.
Many can not do this,
for they do not have the strong and solid heart.
Inside each heart,
no matter its texture,
is its frailty,
its softspot,
its weak places,
the moments of pity
and an equal space f
or both happiness
and hurt.
Even the strongest
are hurt every so often,
so that they learn
not to be too lofty
in their expectations in life
among the living.
On warm and sunny days
that people so often write of,
there are those moments.
Remembering them is the real gift.
The feelings in ones self
are there only for that moment,
that brief moment we live.
Rare is the time
that something is not making a home
in your heart
that does not in time lead you
to feel the hurt
and the pain
of having lived the moments
that brought you to this point.
That is what it is about,
these emotions,
these feelings,
this sense of being lost
on the high sea.
Lost,
lonely,
forgotten,
neglected.
Unwanted.
It is that moment
that someone intervenes
and rescues you
before the depths take you
and you are truly gone.
All that you must do
is reach out to the line
that is tossed
and hold tight.
The rest will be made done for you,
and into that future
you are cast
to be alive once more,
feel once more,
love once more.
Reach for the rope.
11/09/2007
