Poem: I Miss Me

I miss me, the one I used to know,
The wild heart, the steady flow,
The laugh that came without a care,
The lightness in the open air.

I miss the way my spirit soared,
Before the weight of life ignored
The joy that bloomed inside my chest,
Before I learned to second-guess.

I miss the fire in my eyes,
The dreamer who reached for the skies,
The hands that built without restraint,
The soul that lived without complaint.

I miss the me that felt so free,
The one who danced in harmony,
With every breath, with every beat,
The rhythm that was bold, complete.

But somewhere, somehow, I lost my way,
I faded slowly, day by day.
The world asked much, and I gave in,
Forgot who I was, where I’d been.

I miss me, the one I used to be,
The person who knew how to simply be.
But deep inside, I still can feel,
The echo of the me that’s real.

And though she’s lost, she’s not gone far,
She’s hiding in the light of a distant star.
I’ll find her again, I know I will—
The me that lived with hope, and still.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie