Find my way back

 To those 

that are lost.

It was written

on a bench.

I sat down 

next the the 

writing

careful not 

to sit on top of it.

I looked 

straight

ahead 

and let the 

July 

sun warm 

my back.

Who is lost? 

I am right 

here I thought. 

But deep down 

I have always been

searching. 

For a world 

that sees me.

I never 

quite fit. 

over the years

I let

it wrap around me

like a tight 

blanket.

But truth 

is, I am lost. 

A woman sits 

next to me on the bench

with headphones on.

She looks down 

at the writing 

and looks ahead. 

As I start to get 

up we both look 

at each other.

And in that 

moment no 

words were 

spoken

but we smiled

acknowledging

indeed 

we were 

both lost. 

As I walked 

away there 

was no need

to turn back

for an interaction. 

It was time for me to 

take a walk 

around this park 

and unravel the 

security blanket.

And do the 

thing that 

scares me 

most.

Find my 

way back.