Lost And Found

Today I would like to share a poem with you, not related to gardening in any way, but I think it needs to be shared, so here goes:

Things lost, things found.

Fall face down to the ground.

Start crying, feel sorry.

Consume yourself with worry.

Then let it go.

Things lost, things found.

Open your ears, a sound.

Listen to your fear. Panic.

Drown reaching for the stick.

Then let it go.

Things lost, things found.

Open your eyes, look around.

Look at your life passing by.

Listen to your brain sigh.

Then let it go.

Things lost, things found.

Lift your face off the ground.

Feel the stabbing wounds on your back.

Touch the noose around your neck.

Then let it go.

Things lost, things found.

Sit up on the ground.

Feel your heart console you.

Gather some courage to love you.

Now get up!

Stand up tall and proud.

Look at the jeering crowd.

You have stepped in the arena,

daring greatly.  And you have won.

© Graziella Grech