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Lost
Daniela Zaragoza
There’s a fear that only a few have experienced.
A fear that overwhelms,
From the tip of the toes to the highest point on the head.
It’s a moment of anxiety
As you stand alone and scared
In the middle of something you thought you knew so well.
To the right there are apples and pineapples,
To the left are the meats and the dairy,
All surrounding you, unable to give the answers
You so desperately need.
A moment of paranoia
Loneliness,
Confusion,
As you slowly take hesitant steps down the aisles.
Past the toilet paper,
Through the detergents,
Waiting for the angelic voice of comfort
That had been with you just a few moments ago.
And just as you stop
Ready to give in to the fact
That you are now alone, deserted forever,
A familiar voice calls from behind
With no apparent effort.
Completely oblivious.
“Honey, I got everything;
Go wait in the car”
And at that moment you feel safe again,
Relieved to know,
You’re going home.
Through the colorful cereals,
Past the frozen foods,
Hoping to find the face that nurtured you,
The face that carried you through the dark nights
And sang to you in the storms.
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