The Woman I Lost And Hope To Find.

Was it the first slap,
The tingle of it against my skin
Or the first flutter of butterflies
In my stomach, that chased them all away.
That embedded them deep down
In my subconscious, to be forgotten,
To be trodden down by everyday
life challenges.
Or was it when the labour pains
ruptured my very being, when my
dreams became, dreams, never
to materialise.

My dreams were an integral part of me,
Driving me to move mountains,
I was a hopeful young woman, ready
To conquer the world.
I was a young idealist, with a future
so bright, it scared me.
I was a woman set to make my mama proud.

I lost that woman
I lost the bright, the brave
I lost the innocence, the sweetness
of believing you can be.
I lost the zeal, the ambition
I lost the sparkle, the passion
I lost the woman, I was meant to become.

And now I’m finding her,
for years she had lain dormant,
her heart beating slowly,
her dreams etched in her soul,
her passion, waiting to be rekindled,
her sparkle, a memory,
her lights, dim
but not for long because
the woman I lost, and the woman
I am, are one.