Home, Poetry

The Lost Generation

girl with tattoo looking out at the sky

We don’t run our hands
along the spines of books
or smell fresh ink on pages.
We slide fingertips over skin
searching, longing.
We hide behind screens—
letters typed and cold.
We can’t lay on cool grass,
pick green blades,
count quiet stars.
makes us stagnant
We hate
feeling stuck.
We speak without listening,
touch without feeling.
We run
from each other,
from anything that might make us feel.
We search for answers
to questions we’re too fearful to ask,
and ignore all that we hear.
We’d much rather read someone’s heart
on a 4×4 screen
than feel it pulsing in our fingertips
yet we crave is exactly that—
to be known, held, understood.

We are the lost generation,
afraid of being found.

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️