Lost and Found

I’ve been in mourning

For things and people

I’ve lost

I miss them

Some days more than others

I particularly miss my mother

But I also miss my marriage

I hate to admit that

But it’s true

I don’t miss where it ended up

But it was nice

When it was new

Some days

I miss a lot of things.

My youth.

My energy.

But the one thing

I used to miss

That I’ve found

Is myself.

Myself as an artist.

As a creative person.

A person willing

To try things

To express myself.

A person who creates things

Rather than just consumes them.

It hurts to miss people.

It hurts to miss a relationship.

It hurts when people you love

Aren’t around

But all the things I miss

Will never stack up against

What I found.