Lost and Found

The light has a way of finding the things that matter most,
In the Darkness, where most things become lost.
When I was a child like most children,
The darkness was a frighting place,
A place where things were lost,
And sometimes never found again.

But one day I found that the darkness was not a frightening place,
Though much wrong is done there,
And there is much to be afraid of,
If you don't have the strength,
Or the stomach to face what lies there.

I found that the darkness was good for me,
And bad for me at the same time,
For I had a light that shined inside,
That made the bad things in the darkness frightened of me.

But one can only spend so much time in the dark,
And after a time you lose your light,
and you become more dark than the darkness itself,
And you find there that what was wrong seems right,
And you become that which goes bump in the night.

For too long I have been lost,
Been too long a part of the dark, without my light,
But I have found it there,
Like a match struck to put flame to a candle.

It does not shine as I remember yet,
But it is there,
And everyday, love adds to the flame,
Becoming brighter and warmer,
with each smile, each touch.

And so my light has already found things that matter most,
Things that the darkness and my embrace of it had stolen away,
And as I find the things which matter most, my light shines brighter,
And illuminates my heart and soul.

I am still of the darkness, I spent too long there,
And cannot ever shake its folds from my heart and soul completely,
But now I don't find my way because I am part of the darkness,
I find it through the light that shines again,
So I am Lost AND I am Found,
All at once, in a brief moment in time,
And I know the way it leads,
And will be at peace once again.

Quincy R. Tatum
January 26, 2012