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.
Decades lost.
A saved folder, stored without intent,
Opened casually,
Returned my soul.
© Donna Sherriff 2021
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Donna Sherriff is a New Zealand based improvement and operations management specialist. Seeing a need for simple, no fuss, improvement advice she started The Lean Minimalist blog in 2017. Donna writes articles offering advice and tips for rapid and sustainable business improvement based on over 15 years in Senior Management roles.
Passionate about sharing the lessons of over 20 years on the high performance track Donna offers coaching services to professionals. She also writes about her own personal improvement journey, minimalism, and her life long struggle against the tyranny of cookies and sugar which she overcame in 2020. These days, Donna is pursuing a journey to earn her black belt in Taekwondo after a long hiatus of 16 years away from training. On the side she is an amateur but passionate musician and poet.
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