Lost - A Narrative Poem
I was alone or so it seems,
On the corporate ladder of my dreams,
Alone with my ambition, blind,
With bones to pick, axes to grind.
With each rung climbed, a rise in pace,
Climbing forever, never reaching base,
And as each new target drew ever near,
A small part of me would disappear.
I walked away at the perfect time,
Clocks stopped ticking, time all mine,
And without regret, I start life new,
Time for myself, more time for you.
And peace feels like cool water now,
It travels through my veins some how,
And breaks the chain that binds me to
the stress of life, the pain broke through.
I am renewed as if remade,
The fear struck down, those demons slayed,
And in this stillness I can smile,
And linger with myself awhile.
Looking back across the years,
I built up walls and hid the tears,
‘Til I was captive in my head,
Too many masks and skins to shed.
So bide with me, let's be together,
I was gone but I am back forever,
My old self, the one you knew,
Before I got lost, I was found by you.
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