~The me I left behind~

I led my life

with all my questions answered.

Through every trial,tribulation and strife,

the way was clearly lighted.

But now I walk a darkened pathway,

with but a candle in the wind.

To comfort and assure me of the way

from all that has been.

I find myself searching

for the me I left behind.

Frantically struggling and reaching

to find out who I am.

Away with silent tears of pain.

For from the blighted death, I became alive.

Reaching for rainbows and feeling the rain,

Admiring sunsets for the first time.

I feel young and free

excited by unsurity.

I find myself liking the me

that will never again be left behind.

written by,
Rain Silverhawk

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