I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Where is it now?

The light i saw

searching for it.

in the hole,

within my chest

within my mind.

where has it gone?

confusion leads

as my mind wars

hapiness is here

yet i can't feel it.

convulsing pictures

of a past painful

cascading over smiles

erasing joy of now.

far from the situation

it still replays

after spoken word

it remains within

pulling me away

pushing us both

running deep

a broken heart

of old.

surfacing

in the dark.

© 2019 Wendy Engela