Poem: Finding Myself

woman in white sweater holding a string instrument

As the years go by,
a wonderment grows,
it stirs within me,
it lingers in my spirit,
IT WHISPERS.
Who am I?

What is this yearning,
for SOMETHING MORE,
and why has it suddenly,
come upon me,
at this stagnant time,
of nothingness.

So I go on a journey,
back to where I was formed,
and unpack the baggage,
HIDDEN UNDER FLOORBOARDS,
AND IN PLAIN SIGHT.

Finally,
I learn that this is just part of the process,
That one day,
I will go through this again.

4 thoughts on “Poem: Finding Myself

  1. Acknowledging that we’ll go through the whole process again sometime, it takes a lot to understand that.

    And I love how you communicated how we often feel like it takes so much digging to know who we truly are, but sometimes it’s really clear, we just have to be open.

    1. Yes. Thats true. Sometimes, its very clear.. ‘hidden in plain sight’. Then we change and go through the whole process again someday. That’s life. Sometimes it takes a drastic shift in our lives that propels us to try to find ourselves yet again.

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