Lost*

I can feel the cold, frigid air falling in around me,
it's my least favorite thing, snow.
Yet I'm surrounded by it,
where am I? I don't know...

I cry out for someone to bring me warmth,
but there is no one around to hear.
I can barely see through the blizzard of snow,
nothing in front of me is clear.

I don't know which way is North or South,
if only I could tell them apart.
As I start to think that I may never get home,
I have a sinking sensation in my heart.

I am shuffling my feet through the blanket of snow,
just trying to push my way through.
I keep trying to figure out how I got here,
and what I am going to do.

As I continue moving on,
the darkness around me grows thicker.
I want so badly to get home,
I can feel my feet moving quicker.

As I'm walking I suddenly feel myself fall,
but before I reach the ground.
My muscles jolt and my eyes shoot open,
I take a second to look around.

It takes me a minute to catch my breath,
as I try to take it all in.
Just moments ago I was lost in the cold,
but now things look familiar again.

It seems that the night is over,
and the light of the day is moving on.
The sun shines bright through the window now,
and the darkness appears to be gone.


*a poem that I wrote sometime last year

A Bit of Old Poetry

I wrote this poem in 2006 shortly after my mom was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma. 

It came as such a shock,
I never saw it coming.
When you called to tell me the news,
I could feel my heart beat drumming.
The first question I had for God,
was 'when will it be enough?'
She's been to hell and back before,
but I guess he knows that she'll stay tough!
The trials never get her down,
she always fights it through.
I think that I'm the one who's scared,
and I don't know what to do.
The tears that hit my cheeks,
were letting out all the pain.
But staying strong for her,
is something I have to do again.
I want to understand it all,
how, when, where and why?
But then I think about it again,
and I just can't help but cry.
It hurts to know there's nothing I can do,
but sit back and hold her hand.
Maybe that will help, I guess,
but I just don't understand.
I slowly start to realize,
the word is the scariest part.
When you hear someone say Cancer,
there's a sinking feeling in your heart.
Then you come to see the light,
that she'll make it through each day.
A sense of strength comes over you,
and you know everything will be okay.