Conference

We come together, most in pain
searching for the person we lost
that will heal the wound
that never stops aching, never goes away.
Maybe if I talk to just the right person
go to just the right workshop
I can find the peace that has eluded me,
that holds the promise of eternal love
of love unconditional, the kind a mother gives
if she stays,
if she takes you home to love and nurture,
if she doesn’t give you away.
But she didn’t and I am left
alone and searching and reaching out
for something or someone
who will take her place and fill the void.
And in a group of two hundred, surely,
surely someone will hear my call, but no one did
so I come home and wait for the next conference