Forgot Who I Was
I walk like a secret the world used to know
A hush in my heart where the sunlight won’t go
I smile out of habit, not out of light
And dream in grayscale when i used to dream bright
I’m stitched from thunder and stories half-told
Soft in my silence, but fierce in my hold
I carry a grief that has no clear name
Just echoes and ghosts and a flicker of flame
People ask “What’s wrong?” when it’s what I can’t grasp
But how do i trace something lost in the gap?
When I’m part of the room but not in my skin
And I miss who I was, but don’t know where I’ve been
So i whisper to shadows, letting moonlight confess
And wear all my longing like a velvet dress
I’m not broken, just paused, like breath held too long
A verse without rhythm, a beat without song
But there’s beauty in drifting, in being unsure
In the quiet before I remember my core
And even if now I’m more silence than sound
Im not truly lost just waiting…to be found
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2025
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