Lost & Found

Occasionally I look in the mirror don’t recognize the face staring back

The mirror asks who I am, but I have no answer

I look in the mirror and see who I used to be

I’ve changed so much, good and bad

I used to feel disgusted by the mirror

By myself

But the mirror knows who I am, even if I don’t 

The mirror isn’t disgusted, the mirror doesn’t blink, or flinch, he just observes. 

But now I don’t see that man anymore

I recall the names I no longer answer to

My identity has changed so much I forgot to remember who I am

But the forgetfulness is a relief, it doesn’t feel like losing something, more like finding myself

Shedding the past isn’t erasure, it’s a rebirth. 

Not remembering who I am means I get to decide who I will be.

I am made of everyone I’ve ever met

I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved

Some pieces fit perfectly, others are a bit jagged, or broken. 

I speak in borrowed voices

I carry my mothers patience, my fathers silence

In my heart the laughter of old friends still lingers

I wish I could see myself through the eyes of others

If i could, I’m not sure if I’d recognize myself

But maybe I don’t need to recognize myself, only accept what I see