The Search Poem by Victoria Lyn

I'm a child,
searching for the comfort.
Of a mother's arms,
finding only emptiness,
confusion.

I'm a forgotten soul,
searching, reaching into the mist,
bitten by the Evil One,
as swirls of colors dance
inside my head.
So Alone…

Illuminating nights with chemical energy.
Still, I stand alone, yet crowded,
watching with eyes closed.
Searching…
Afraid of what I will find,
mourning what I've lost.

Dancing, spiraling out of control.
Falling, carried by a current controlled by the wind.
Listing in and out of consciousness.
Hoping that I wake before I hit the ground.

Children's laughter,
one small tear,
a soft, guiding hand.
Gentle whispers of hope
surround me.

I opened my eyes, still afraid.
Swirling colors released their hold
to reveal a small, trusting hand in mine
Acceptance unconditional.
My purpose clear, my search is over.

I am for them.
I'm a mother,
whose arms open
to find the comfort of her children.
The safety and peace only they
could finally bring.