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Lost to Found by Netta Jack Friday, March 14, 2003 Share Print Save Become a Fan
I sit alone in my room thinking, wondering Re-living moments, re-living times past I wonder what happened? What did I do? I think over & over & over & over again What could I have done differently? I sit and I think and I sit and I wonder And I sit and I cry and I think and I cry I think, I wonder, I question And I cry and I cry I feel so ugly I know I must look a hot mess I hide from mirrors Time passes Tick…tock…tick…tock…tick…tock Time passes – the pain stays The pain stays to punish me, to haunt me To remind me of how awful a person I must be My whole life is a series of pains and disappointments One after another after another after another Is there no end? Why me? Why is it always ME! Maybe I’m getting what I deserve Am I some God-awful person that doesn’t deserve better? If so, then what is it that makes me that way? What is it that I’m doing wrong? Somebody tell me? Somebody please! I can’t keep hurting like this Some get high, some get drunk, and some lose their minds What will I do? I could give up. Why should I try? Get up just to get knocked back down again? I don’t know what to do Depression I can’t stay here. I have no where to go. Then I think…I need love too I deserve to be loved. I want to know what that’s like. Why can’t ‘I’ find love? I look at everything and everybody around me Finally, I look inside me I see all the pain. I am filled with pain But why only pain? Why don’t I see anything else? I began to search for other emotions inside myself The more I searched the clearer I saw myself I saw good and bad in me I saw that the bad was real bad I had no self-esteem I did not have any real love for myself I was depending on the reaction of others to determine What I should think of myself I had to learn how to accept myself I had to learn how to love myself I had to find out who I was I found self respect and self esteem I found self confidence I found that people reacted to me differently I found that I could accept myself for who and how I am I found I could love myself I found myself

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Reviewed by Birdie Houston	3/21/2003

I think highly of this poem and your a supreme writer




Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)	3/15/2003

This 'spoke' to my heart, too--well expressed!!




Reviewed by Patricia Gomes	3/15/2003

Nothing better than a good ol' self-examination poem to kick start the muse, is there? And you get the added benefit of the reader nodding his/her head as they wrap themselves in your words. Places we've been or places we'll go, feelings we all understand. I'm nodding...and saluting.




Reviewed by E T Waldron	3/14/2003

Bravo! We all have this walk to make, some do it some don't. That you did it is a testiment to your character. Hope you know you are special! Well done!




Reviewed by Cherokee Sage	3/14/2003

You're the best friend you will ever have. Opps. Someone already said that, didn't they? Truer words were never spoken. Peace, Cherokee




Reviewed by the phantom pheonix	3/14/2003

I can relate to this poem about the pain side but it hard so hard to get that final upward look of finding your self but this was a nice and inspirational poem for people like me




Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie	3/14/2003

Oh how much this just spoke to my heart...loving that last stanza, Reindeer




Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)	3/14/2003

Oh Netta the downward transend to the upward thrust of that finding Excellent piece. Emotional well done Peg




Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)	3/14/2003

The best friend in the world is yourself. Touching work. ~E




Reviewed by Ois�n Breen	3/14/2003

interesting well done




Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner	3/14/2003

yours is my heartcry, as well...netta, you've a strong write here...applause...well done. (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)




Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)	3/14/2003

Your favorite poets on your bio...some of my favorites too :) I REALLY REALLY REALLY, I mean, REALLY can relate to this. Pat yourself on the back..I liked this. I could even feel the rhyme scheme in here....creative with that....it sounds so natural. Feels good to find :) ~ Thank you, Teresa