Finding Myself

A "kind of" autobiographical poem.

A part of me is dead
Hoping to rekindle it

It happened unknown to me
I was young, chirpy and happy
Years rolled by
Time took its toll

Hours spent alone
Eroding my friendships
My associations
With the outside world

The only light
At the end of the tunnel
An offspring, a blessing
Thanked for, every single day

That interaction alone would not do
Age needs age of its own kind
To feel alive and wanted

I searched, I found.
I thought I was wrong
I was right in being wrong

At last a piece of blank paper
Beckoned to me one fine day
I searched again
In the depths of my emptying mind
Reached within and scooped out
A flurry of words that
Lay unused, rusty

I made up my mind
Not to let the loneliness
Get to me, pull me down
With its weight

I am afloat now
My words picked me up
Put me in a world
Re-introduced me
I found myself

I’m happy, I’m content
This is the real me

This is what I’d been missing
This is the way I want my life to be
My way!!