Not Lost, Only Forgotten

Another day passes by and still, nothing has changed.

And as I wander along the quiet valley watching the moon rise above the mountains, I ask her, "How can I find myself again? For who I was is now lost."

She smiles and says, "Not lost, only forgotten."

I thank the moon and go on my way, continuing towards the lake at the edge of the valley.

Not lost, only forgotten. The words repeat in my mind.

But I feel lost as I'm left to wander through the darkness, left wondering who I am, trapped here with an emptiness inside of me.

And when I come across the lake I look into the calm waters and my reflection stares back at me.

Who I was cannot be found here in the depths of this lake, but as I stay fixated on my reflection I see myself smiling.

"You're who I lost, I want to find you. But how?" I ask.

"What you have lost is not yourself," says my reflection, "it is the feeling of joy that you've forgotten." 

Not lost, only forgotten.