Lost

Lost By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

Like a sweeping force, 

loss takes to your gut.

A loss of your maternal,

changes everyting. 

I have been drifting. 

between, and in and out of the stages in grief.

Swelling through the heart as she beats,

and in times of doubt I've felt lost.

In a world, 

where you seek to belong.

I was lost in these sensations, 

as my breath was taken away. 

The days forever changed,

when you passed. 

In all honesty,

I had no idea where to go or who turn too 

Clinging to the earth,

touching to the seasons and my seeking to find what was once lost.

In my gut, 

I reclaimed my braeth to find my heart