Return to Self – Poem
How can you forget yourself?
In the pages of forgotten poems
My true self was hiding.
Shuttered behind the must dos and supposed tos
Abandoned for the path of adulthood.
No place for childish romanticism
In a manufactured future.
A poet in the well,
A voice faltered.
Moving forwards I forgot myself.
Left me sitting in the sunlight and warm wind
Keys beneath my fingers,
Worlds in my mind.
Took myself to concrete and steel,
Amnesia born of success and forward motion.
Silenced the music and the words
Until they faded to fragments.
A saved folder, stored without intent,
Returned my soul.
© Donna Sherriff 2021