Some time in my life before I knew you,
The social introvert you know today,
Wasn’t the friend standing before you today.
Many saw a shy nerd or a dumb dork,
Some say I appeared selfish or aloof,
Others saw a snob or just being coy.
Years before today, when I was quite lost,
Little did you know, I strayed off life’s path,
Its then, I let out my first cry for help.
Before today, I didn’t stand tall and proud,
With no answers to my many questions.
Unable to find my true inner self.
I remained alone when I cried for help,
Pushing away those who rushed to my aid,
I remained in denial of my pain.
Distraction robbed my focus towards my goals,
Then destruction destroyed my ambition,
Leaving me here, depressed and despondent.
With no compass or map to find my way,
I walk the path of my so called lost life,
No direction nor a destination.
Becoming discouraged and desperate.
I found myself strayed from my own life’s path,
Only seeing what’s directly ahead.
Lurking in the blackness of the dark night,
A figure unbeknownst to me stands by,
Following my every step with a gap.
The further into the path I followed,
The more lost I became finding myself,
With little hope, I just about gave up.
Darkness called my body to take a rest,
I found comfort in nature’s bed of grass,
Before I closed my eyes, I said my prayers.
Letting the evening’s cool breeze settle in,
I felt the figure’s presence come closer,
Still not knowing its true identity.
My mind reflected and ruminated,
Choices, decisions, opportunities,
All ways in which I steered my life’s path wrong.
The figure knelt beside me, not to speak,
But listened to the rhythm of my breath,
As if my pain always had a witness.
The breeze whispered the truths which I ignored,
Of many wounds unhealed, and dreams deferred,
Of strength, I buried beneath my silence.
As I dreamt, I wandered forgotten rooms,
Where laughter once echoed and light once shined,
Finding a mirror made of memories.
I saw the lonely child of my past,
Curious, kind and unafraid to feel,
Before the world taught me to hate and fear.
When morning broke, it wasn’t loud or grand,
The figure now familiar, just smiled,
No longer a stranger, just a found friend.
The figure spoke not with words, but with light,
With a whisper and shimmer of memory,
I woke, not fully rested, but made whole.
I noticed the path to my life’s journey,
I always placed it a few steps behind,
Not allowing the true me to shine through.
Only then I made the realization,
The figure has been a part of my soul,
Albeit, forever suppressed in fear.
I started to believe who I’d become,
I stood and shook off the dust of my past,
Dared to dream of a better tomorrow.
Ready to walk my life’s path once again,
This time, not to walk away from myself.
But walk toward the light I lost long ago.
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