long lost poems stay buried

I’ve been trying to find a poem that I’ve never written

Trying to find the words to a piece that my dreams have been misleading me to

Find the space in which it is taking place in

No

It was never put down

Never laid to rest on the body of a page that lived a full life

Never etched into anything but the imaginary subconscious memory of a dream

Never found anywhere but on the lingering tail of a Milky Way fantasy

To be honest

Maybe I had hoped that I had written again

Maybe I had prayed to find my voice in the deepest parts of me

Maybe I was desperate to know that I still can

Maybe, I just needed to wake up wake up wake up

And write it down

-

And perhaps it was written

Maybe, I have woken woken woken up

Maybe I had been desperate but found survival

Maybe it was buried in the pits of my own self loathing

To be honest

I have found self love lingering on the tail of the Milky Way

The shimmer and slide has guided stars into storied constellations

It has been resting among the galaxies

Yes

I have found the place to take up space in

Found the words to hush the nightmares that have plagued me

I have found the poem that has tried to evade me

And I shall title it; the stars have sung that you are enough.

This poem was a collaboration with myself from around 5 years ago. The first portion of the poem was written then, in a search for the right poem. The second portion I have written today, as I have found the right poem within myself. I am the right poem, the right words, and the right choice.