I was a milk carton girl.
lost in my own thoughts
my own fears about life
love
happiness
I was a milk carton girl.
gone missing and gone fishing
for answers
anything that would make sense of all this
confusion
this out of reach comfort
I am a milk carton girl
face on and face off
seeking to be found
longing for completeness without
my compromises
compromising Me
I will continue to be a milk carton girl
trudging and stumbling
until resolution is to be discovered
to be attained somehow,
someway.
They call me ”black sheep”
well, I say
I’m pretty white
for a black sheep
for a milk carton girl…
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
May 7, 2015 at 8:57 pm
This sings for me.. Sometimes I wonder who is most lost though.. the one searching or the one who still not have gone looking.
charliezero1.wordpress.com
May 7, 2015 at 9:40 pm
Interesting poem and visually creative.
hypercryptical
May 7, 2015 at 10:08 pm
I can’t imagine being so lost, must be a frightening thing.
Anna :o]
Abhra
May 7, 2015 at 10:36 pm
Very interesting effect you have here – intense and a lot of raw emotions – I particularly like the close.
scotthastiepoet
May 7, 2015 at 11:02 pm
Nice kooky write here… I liked this – thank you for your freshness especially… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
Linda Kruschke
May 8, 2015 at 12:16 am
To be so lost as to be a milk carton girl is quite sad. I’ve been that lost before — so glad to be found. Peace, Linda
Suzanne
May 8, 2015 at 2:33 am
This is very moving. Being lost in all the confusion – how I can relate. Sometimes its necessary to get lost so that answers can be found.
thotpurge
May 8, 2015 at 6:33 am
A poignant expression, the use of the “milk carton girl” resonates very well.
MarinaSofia
May 8, 2015 at 11:20 am
You turn expectations on the head in this poem – lost, found, searching. Interesting questions, no easy answers. Just what poetry should be.
Forest Tinker
May 8, 2015 at 12:27 pm
Wonderful concept, with alarming tension, but some lines went for word play, I felt, at the expense of maintaining tension. Still a very fine poem.
C.C.
May 9, 2015 at 4:56 am
Very unique use of language and imagery. Thought-provoking too.
roz
May 11, 2015 at 3:39 am
Wow…I love this intense but truthful poem. Your sensitivity about life is G-dly to say the least. Keep up the HOPE and writing!
ihatepoetry
May 11, 2015 at 3:50 pm
Wow, girl! This was absolutely powerful and perfect! Loved the structure and images. Fantastic! Will read more…