
Her
I lost her
The girl that laughed and smelled the flowers,
The girl that drew in the beauty of every day,
The girl that just wanted to live life to the fullest.
I lost her
The woman, who was embodying what she wanted,
The woman, that stood up for everything she believed,
The woman, whom’s desires were met first.
I lost her
She became an us,
She compromised,
She loved them.
I lost her
She paused for the new life and child,
She paused to move them forward,
She loved them.
I lost her
In the mirror, I look for her,
In my walk, I try to feel her,
In my very breath, I want to speak for her.
She is not lost
She is sleeping,
I will wake her,
I will reveal her.
She is not lost
She needed to rest,
She needed to step back, and observe,
She needed a new perspective, to make a new path.
She is not lost
She is wiser,
She is striving for balance,
She is discovering herself, again.
She is not lost,
I see her,
I feel her,
I hear her.
I found her, she was not lost, she had transformed.
About the Creator
Michelle Decaire
Trying to clear my head of words onto pages, hopefully some are worth reading.

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