Missing Me

Missing Me

I miss the me who danced the dance of thieves.
Stealing time, stealing glances at days long passed with juvenescence reclaimed.

Clipping moments of fresh cut joy and abandoned wistfulness.
Having; taking; giving—living wonder in excess and laughing at its fullness.
Sharing all once thought lost, but now found.

Dormant beneath the moss and overgrown chimera, she waits for me.
Slipping back down into the earth with roots fully extended.
Drinking; feeding; stretching long and wide.

Finally pausing to gaze upon the once barren fields of hope—now blessedly bathed in morning dew and blissfully showered in flowers. 🌺💐🌹🌻🌸

-B. Poree’ © 2018


It’s been a while since I shared anything creative here. I didn’t feel I had anything new to share. Now I think I can work my way back to sharing new things.

I realize now that I have been missing for the last 2 years. The me that I was, left everything that was here and went to a place of no reminders of the past. I didn’t want to remember anything nor did I want to forget. I saw both as voyages downstream with Scylla and Charybdis flanking right and left. The only real option was to just go forward. But my heart said, “No! Avoid the stream altogether. The stream is filled with lizards, poisonous snakes, jagged rocks and slippery stones.” But that very stream is also a part of my path onwards. I can’t continue to avoid it or stagnation will engulf me and stanch my flow. I must step out of the shadows of pain and back into the sunlight.

I miss the part of me that bathed in the warmth of the sun. I miss the person I became when I allowed the fire of creativity to course through my veins and fuel my sense of being. I need to reintroduce myself to her, take her in and nurture her broken spirit back to health. But can I? I’d like to believe and sincerely hope I can. ✨🙏🏽✨

7 thoughts on “Missing Me

  1. Had You been absent all that long, my Dear Belinda? I do suppose You had been active in the comments section. Anyway, my head is All too full of the Pains of Human life. I miss out Very much on writings. …Glad You are back. And Of course You can. Not only bask in the Sun, but bring So Many to the Same, and to Do the Same. Hearty Regards and Love. 🙂

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  2. “I need to reintroduce myself to her, take her in and nurture her broken spirit back to health. But can I?” — Of course you can! You may have to regain her trust and prove to her that you’ll never leave her again, but it’s possible to get back into the good graces of your creative spirit.

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