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LOST & FOUND POEMS

Updated: Sep 9



This is a collection of poems written by some of the participants of our Creative Healing Workshop at Hope4Life, with guest author Diana Rodriguez.


The poems were inspired by the following fill-in-the-blank prompts:


I AM_____

I AM FEELING_______

I WANT TO SEE MY SELF IN FIVE YEARS OF HEALING_________


We called this collection of poems "Lost & Found" because most of us lost ourselves hiding from our pain. The interesting part, however, is that when we actually face our pain (even if it's through poetry), we find ourselves again and God fills in the blanks for us. Below are just a few of the many poems that were birthed that day, from some of the participants who decided to share.



I AM …


I AM ALL THE WORDS I DON’T SAY

I AM THE TEARS I SHED

I AM THE LOVE I CRAVE

I AM THE TRUST I MAKE

I AM LOUD SILENCE IN PAIN

I AM LAUGHTER WITH NO SHAME


I AM SUNSHINE AND THUNDER

I AM NOT ALONE OR ASTRAY

I AM THE FURY I RAGE

I AM THE LOVE I CRAVE

I AM BELOVED WITH NO SHAME


I AM EVERYTHING I DIDN’T GET

I AM MY MOTHER’S

I AM MY FATHER’S

I AM THE LOVE THEY MADE

I AM FOUND WITH NO SHAME


I AM NEVER LOST OR ASTRAY

I AM WHOLLY WITH NO SHAME


I AM THE LOVE I MAKE

I AM THE LOVE WITH NO SHAME

I AM I AM’S

AND WHO I AM MADE.


By Yemibeth Zamora



HERE I AM, FEELING MY PAIN


Here I am, feeling my pain

So much hurt that I can finally cry

There’s more to search and gain

From asking the question why?


Look pass the trauma

I see my false self

Where were you mama

I needed you for my health

Where did my identity go?

I lost myself in addiction

Now I live with nothing to show

All along I longed for adoration


Where do I belong?

I feel so alienated

For now I just hold on

Hoping to feel accepted

Feel it, name it

The heart of the problem

I’ll give this the credit

My feelings of shame


Now I know the issue

I can keep showing up

Just hand me a tissue

As I heal and grow up


Unconditional love was the answer

My younger self begged for

Many times It made me look weaker

Too many times I chose to ignore


So I built a belief

For self protection

That resulted in grief

I let go of that projection


I am loved and chosen

this is the beauty of healing

Learning to forgive my broken

Through the reality of feeling