I Once Was Lost

Samantha Wassel Poetry

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But Now

I traipse, absorbed
in a darkness so viscous
with sorrow, blind
even to the form
of my own
hand, unable to draw
back the opaque

drapes of melancholy
until I catch
a glint of light, swiftly
chased by another:
reflections that dance
off of two crooked
teeth. Like light—

house beacons,
they pull me through
the shadows. I push
forward, moving
to a sound—
track of giggles,

by a single word:

I am found.


About the Author

Samantha Wassel

Samantha Wassel is a Stay-At-Home Mama to the cutest twin toddlers in the history of all Toddlerdom. When she's not running her borderline-offensive mouth, she's running masochistically long distances, often with the aforementioned toddlers in tow. She enjoys reading, writing, baking, marathoning, complaining, photographing, playgrounding, and Ghirardelli Midnight Reverie chocolate bars. You can find her on , , Mamalode, and .

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