I seek her out.
She must be found.
She must be returned to me.
I need the one...
The one whose spirit—
lighter than helium—
uplifts all.
The one whose strength—
quiet yet demanding—
protects the chosen.
As elusive as she is,
I'm determined to find the one...
The one whose curiosity—
innocent and thirsty—
leads to new discoveries.
The one whose laughter—
playful or hearty—
is annoyingly infectious.
I ache for the lack of her.
The search continues.
Where is...
the me I used to be?
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Comments (7)
I loved this - the one I used to be... so wistful.
Ah, the me who used to be. I am more about searching the me who ought to be LOL. Great take on the challenge and beautifully put
Nicely-written Julie!
This is a wonderful title and how we may have involved in life changes. If our principles still the same as life change?
A wonderful poem and great take on the challenge
This is so moving. I love how it starts like a quest for someone else, only to reveal it’s really a search for the self. I didn’t see that coming.
Your use of repetition creates a rhythmic persistence that mirrors the longing of the speaker. Each stanza builds with quiet determination until the final reveal lands with perfect clarity and resonance.