Not lost, not found.
Somewhere in the middle.
Values and trust, beheld truly.
The demons, the angels.
The healing hands, the wisdom
Not broken, not misplaced
Not a walk in the park, not a drop in the ocean.
Merely one of many, the moments.
Not day, nor night.
Lying between worse and better
The place to be, to truly find one
Misguided maybe, but not forever ago it was only a whisper.