The Right Me (Kyrielle)A Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellYou’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else. ~ Colleen HooverI have learned to dance in the rain, to mend broken wings, flying free. I shed tears that were wept in vain on this search to find the right me. I let others lead me astray. I became blind and could not see. I lost myself along the way on this search to find the right me. I thought that finding the right man was like turning a golden key. I was made small and smaller than on this search to find the right me. I put others before myself. I made mountains of what could be, hid the best of my greater self on this search to find the right me. Second to all and first to none, I used to pray on bended knee perchance to find that special one on this search to find the right me. Words were whispered into a wave like ships upon a lonely sea that sunk into unfathomed grave on this search to find the right me. No god answered my hopeful call. My heart pined as a willow tree with little hope or none at all on this search to find the right me. Lessons learned I shall not forget. Life is a golden filigree. Hello myself, I’m glad we met on this search to find the right me. I am sorry for the delay. It took so long, you must agree. It hurts my heart, my voice to say on this search to find the right me. I stained the shadows with my tears but found my smile in bel esprit. I give thanks for the bygone years on this search to find the right me. Dreams fold gently as lotus silk. Light as a feather and carefree, I will not cry over spilled milk on this search to find the right me. Life is metered in strands of time, in wildflowers of poetry that blossom in this garden rhyme on this search to find the right me. © 2023 Linda Marie Van TassellAuthor's NoteReviews
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9 Reviews Added on March 19, 2023 Last Updated on March 19, 2023 Tags: The Right Me, Linda Marie Van Tassell, Kyrielle, Self-Discovery, Life, Love AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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