By J. Estelle Newlin
It's not found in forests or sea's.
I am away hunting for somehting,
That cannot be found hiding in shrubs or trees.
I am off tracking it down,
I search in the most unlikely places.
I am away pinpointing it's sound,
I search for it in a sea full of faces.
I am close on it's heels,
This thing that I seek so harshly it tires my soul.
I am gaining some ground,
On it's hiding place as this hunting wears me to the core.
I catch up and it escapes me,
Again and Again as it has done in the past times before.
It runs from my grasp and my sight yet again,
This old game is turning into ancient lore.
But what is it I seek?
You ask me now as my breath huffs out of my lungs.
Why, it is me!
I reply with a frown, because I thought you had guessed it by now.
I seek what I lost,
What was stolen from me so cruley I cannot bear it.
I seek what is mine,
The most important of things. My self in all of it's Sorrow.
I will find me again,
Just you watch and see!
I will parade it around then like a Trophy.
But until then,
You will have to do without me for I cannot exsist without me.
(Copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)