Lost

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

But back then, I was longing to be found.

This time, that’s not the case.

Now, I feel like I don’t even know 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 brave, strong, and fearless.

She believed she could conquer the world.

Her dreams were grand, her purpose so clear.

How did it all slip away from her?

She was a dreamer.