Spring...a new dawn..a new hope

Tell me, oh dear friend, do you know where I can find Me?

I've searched high and low,

Up in the sky and below the roiling sea,

But nary a sign of the Me I used to know.

 

I do believe I have lost Me.

And that's rather tragically funny

'cos I don't think I ever had Me....

And therein, my friend, lies the mystery.

 

Where is Me?

 

I remember Me from twenty summers before

Running wild, with the wind at her feet,

And hopes under her wings, making her soar

To heights where reality and dreams never meet,.

 

But the twain did meet, and only one did win

The battle of wills waged from deep within.

A daughter won that day....

And a dreamer lost to this day.

 

I remember Me from ten autumns before

Laughing the blues away, eyes shining with love.

A song in her heart and feet tapping to the score,

Set to conquer all and everything holy in the name of love.

 

But undone, she was, by all that was unholy

And donned masks, she did, maybe one too many,

Giving in to Mistress Time's cruel vanity

Till the day a lover was lost for all eternity.

 

I remember Me from two winters before,

Striding towards lofty goals, her head held high.

With allies aplenty, and then some more,

On the wings of their aspirations, she was set to fly.

 

But oh what a lonely flight it was, all the way to the top;

And across the pond, with no time to stop,

Leaving all behind, friends, family, and foe

All traces of Me, lost to a time and place no one will ever know.

 

With spring comes a new dawn, a new hope, a new beginning,

And a prayer that I be reunited with Me.

For in Me lies the answer to all my life's new innings

And in Me lies my own true identity.

 

-- Priya

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