When Lost

Focusedheart

Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
It was a dream wasn't it?
Had it faded so quickly?
Each tear drop was set in stone as the next. The sands of time pulling away that which had resided. The breath lost as the tension eased away. There was no replacing it. It was simply gone now.

Was it completely gone? No it wasn't. It was just lost. It was a lost dream that had floated away and slipped through her grasps.

But wait there it was again. There was that hope. It's returned. To be lost no more. It's strength was so powerful. Each so steady now. The dream was not lost no more. It never was. She had simply lost her way and been found again. Found and loved.

When lost, we are never truly lost.
 
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