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Lost

Lost

We are born lost                                                                  
in hunger and in cry,
among the sounds,
textures, and overwhelming lights
Lost in a world so new!

Comes the first steps
and we get lost in curiosity,
in the garden, and behind the doors
Lost in mischief, lost in awe!

Sweet teen years
and lost in the maze of confusion,
in frustration, wandering adrift
Lost identity, lost in the streets!

As years pass, we lose the way
where to go, which path to take,
lost in the counting of mistakes
Lost in love, lost in the world!

Growing old and still lost
loss of youth, loss of energy,
lost keys to forgotten doors
anything else here I missed?
Loss of words!

How do we feed our dreams before we go?
Lost in direction, lost in nostalgia, lost evermore
Lost in reflections, lost in thoughts!
Lost, so we can find ourselves. Again.

--Bernadete vdw, ‘25
 

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Marion

Lost just about sums it up as you have so perfectly penned my friend. Hugs x

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Bernadete van d...

Right, Marion. I was talking to some young ones and they
told me how lost they feel. I think this's an ongoing feeling,
specially these days with all the uncertainties. I just told them that
they'll find themselves again.  B 

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sparrowsong

Hello B...

I never understood why people when they get old...

They have one foot real close to the Grave...

Then they decide it's time to mess up real bad...

That never has made any sense to me...

You're going to try to do it right when you're young?

Last Option I can think of...

Not try to do good at all?

Please explain if you understand it...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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Bernadete van d...

I think if you mess up when you're young you still have time to 
fix things up and learn from the mistakes, but messing up
after you get old doesn't give much time, does't it?
And that's a sad thing.
I don't have the answers, just too many questions. 
Keep well lovely bird.  B 

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John Loopstra

Way to go! To become unlost is a lifelong struggle - I hope I will not dissppear into the night like my mum in Alzheimer

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you John, for reading my
work and sharing what you think.
No, you are not going to disappear into the night.
You’re writing, walking & looking after yourself. Look after your brain, you’ll be just fine, John.

 

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Jac Fables

Wisdom is true of any age. A Lovely Poem too. 💕

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Bernadete van d...

Much appreciated you being here, Ian. Take care of yourself and
a great care of your ''Self''.   B 

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Rory McGinlay

Excellent. I will say though, something in me is rather more discovered than lost among the lost, seems to me quite weird. I've tried to be lost but can't seem to be 

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Bernadete van d...

No Rory, it’s not weird, I think it’s wonderful that you feel “unlost” and discovered.
You even try to be lost? So you’ll find yourself again. That’s great! You’re brave. 
 

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