Lanterns in the Ruins: Searching for the Self I Lost
A poetic journey through memory, silence, and rediscovery—finding fragments of self where the light still lingers.

From Wednesday evening’s reflections group:
Quote:
“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.” ―Henry David Thoreau
Prompt:
Write about searching: searching in, searching out…
I woke in the stillness
and found I was missing.
I looked through the mirror
But the face there felt distant.
a sketch of someone I once was,
edges blurred by time and silence.
I searched in the corners of memory,
dusty boxes of laughter and tears,
hoping for a name, a moment, a spark
might call me back to myself.
I walked through forests of thought.
paths tangled with doubt,
lantern in hand, light trembling—
Yet every step forward
seemed to circle back.
I found promises unkept,
echoes of words unsaid,
love that frayed like old fabric,
never quite strong enough to hold.
I found a heart weary but waiting.
beating beneath the rubble,
still daring to believe
in the possibility of wholeness.
And somewhere, quietly,
beneath all the ruins and noise,
I found her—
the girl I had lost,
sitting in patience,
waiting for me
to see her again.
Thanks for reading! — Javid Malik
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