March 3, 2011


Those I loved were gone

I sat in the darkest night

Afraid, not able to speak

Alone and helpless


At the darkest time

No hope on the horizon

Light broke in the dawn


To live was my decision

There was fire in my being

Mysterious energy

Coming from within


My search became real

The path began to open

The pain was universal

Everyone’s lot

All around there were others

Searching to find what was real


It is easy to escape

And medicate all the pain

That is what my parents did

And gave it to me


Was I to repeat

And give this to my children

I decided, “No!”


I found a community

Of people wanting to know

Seeking knowledge and insights

How to be human


Searching is the key

Being honest and fearless

Not afraid to ask questions

Even about death

We’re at different places

But at one in our seeking


© Terry S. Smith  ~ First posted March 3, 2010


One Response to “Searching”

  1. […] Searching Terry Sanford Smith | March 3, 2011 at 12:37 am | Tags: life, pain, poem | Categories: pain, past | URL: […]

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