Lost and Found
Poem
Boots are covered high in mud
Wind running into my skin
Break it down to all that’s bare
I’m looking for a story to be told
Running away from those episodes
Words that kept holding me back
I don’t know if it’s fair to myself
But I have things to prove
Being lost was never an option
Letting go was just an expression
Yet what are we all doing
But trying to find our way?
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photograph by Jared Erondu