out in the cold
wanting to find a way up
a way out
this wasn’t how my life was supposed to be
I lost my balance and fell
now no one wants to help me up
I am not the person I once was
but I am not the person people think I am
I can stretch
I can move
I can help myself up
I just have to figure out how to make something
of what I have
and who I am
and what sense I can make of the world.
If I have to do that alone, so be it.
if I can find someone who has walked that path
and will show me how, so be it.
But I will do it.
© 2015, poem, Lana Phillips, All rights reserved