Lost

I once thought what was lost Couldn't be regained, Everything can be retrieved at a cost, The cost is regret and pain. The things I’ve acquired aren’t as they once were, Nothing is the same, The damage caused quite a stir And the rules to the game Have changed, As I too have aged. Time has passed, Days into weeks into years, Nothing seems to last, As I shed a tear I realize it’s time to change gears. I can’t let guilt consume me, Pain will not control me, This is not who I was meant to be, Understand that, Please. With the passing of time Comes change And things can change at the drop of a dime, This is my story And this is my stage. I’m the author of my life, I’m the cause of much strife, It is me that has to pull myself through, I have to take my broken pieces And be my own glue. Things may not be as they were, Things may never be the same, But along the road there are detours That lead to a life without pain. I need guidance And direction, To chase my aspirations, To achieve cessation From wounds unseen, I have to fight for my dreams. Not all is lost, Some has remained, Some memories like stains on my heart Will stay the same, But with change and dedication I can learn to be patient, Because becoming who I was again Will see suffering to it’s end. One day soon I will be who I was, I will hold all I had close, I will be content with myself once again And that’s what means the most to me, Because my life will be everything it was meant to be.