tmbt: lost and found

Last night, I lost my equilibrium and found myself in a very dark room. I lost my stupor and found the fresh wet night air. I lost my sense of direction and found a nice group of college kids to share a cab with. I’d lost my keys and found a soft spot in the heart and on the couch of my neighbor. I lost my resistance to ask and found a helping hand around every corner today. I did not lose my sense of humour, but I also did not find the nap I desperately needed. I lost a little pride and found a new well of beauty, a perplexed, odd sort of beauty, but beauty found is beauty gained nonetheless.

~ by HeatherArtLife on September 9, 2008.