Finding Myself
I shelter
In the depths
Of my soul –
Trying to
Find myself
Aching to
Redefine myself
Trying to
Mine
The best of me,
Rewind
And take toll.
It is not
That I
Weep
Rivers deep,
Nor sleep
In the silence –
But I try
To mold and reap
The gold.
For in my heart,
I feel the passion
Of the unsung hero
The unspoken word
And the unfluttered wing.
Though the waves
Of innocence
Still flourish,
They are
Etched by
The awareness
Of time.
© Sumyanna 2021
Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.
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