Lost

Passport

Originating, crisp and clean with edges so fine,

even a paper cut or a tiny act means a lot.

Endless possibilities or existence decided.

Lost

Passport

There is where they lay discarded.

Am I looked for?

Does my owner know I am lost?

Oh how to survive without.

You.

Replaced with anew.

Then how long does that take?

Process, details, rules to abide, to get it just right,

or be denied.

Hope it was signed.

Lost

Passport

Did I ever make it anywhere

or did I stay a dream?

Lost possibilities, nothing more.

I pick up this golden ticket of sorts.

Looking closely I see places been.

This way,

that way,

lost my way too.

Lost

Passport

Stamps line across,

not filling the page,

only lengthening the story and

trying to use every page

only lengthening the stay

in the same place.

Going the same Way.

Stamps are the scars

from where I too have been.

Lost

Passport

How dare I call each child a scar?

They each have a permanency

within me

and my heart.

Just as the memories,

the smiles,

the screams.

the we’ll sees.

Lost

Passport

Sing to me

my tattered heart

bound

and tied

and sewn.

Sewn are the scars.

from deepening hurts.

Reminders of my never again's.

Faded,

I begin wiping it off and take it in my hands.

Lost

Passport

Oh wait, this has my Name written in it.

Issued until Indefinite.

Carry on and Live Out Loud.

Highlight those wrinkles.

Air yourself out.

The time has come.

Time to make the exchange

It is Time to be Found.