I’m always lost,panic stricken
can’t find my way home
in the middle of a forest
it’s dark and I’m alone
trudge with heavy legs
towards a familiar sign
end up back where I’d started
scared,confused getting tired
need to go,return myself
but no matter how I try
I’m running in circles
I give up,sit down and cry.
waking from this dream
always in a sweat
relief overcomes me
never found my way home yet?

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.