by Siân Ap Dewi
I’ve found myself again,
rediscovered my voice,
and greeted the girl within the woman.
The real me was lost for a while,
disappearing in a land where my dreams got swallowed alive by just living.
I didn’t realise that I was gone,
‘missing in action’,
purposefully propelling myself
between schools and meetings,
finding consolation in movement and busyness,
afraid of stillness, the looking-glass of the soul.
Tentatively I tiptoed back to myself,
I came home via a thousand little decisions to live, thrive and blossom.
My soul laughed, and my zest for life returned.
I put on my memories like a warm winter coat,
and walked in them,
back to the place where I last remembered seeing myself, being myself,
and embraced who I was with joy, and hope.