Lost

I remember all the other times I wrote about being "lost,"

But then I was wishing to be found.

This time, that’s not the case.

Now, I don't even recognize myself anymore.

My dreams, my aspirations

Even the simplest joys that once gave me happiness

They’ve all faded.

When did I stop doing the things I loved?

When did fear creep in and take over?

I don't recognize myself anymore.

I miss the old me.

She was fearless, bold, and courageous.

She believed she could conquer the world.

Her dreams were enormous, her purpose so clear.

How did they all slip away from her grasp?

She was a dreamer.