The Journey

by Siân Ap Dewi

I’ve found myself again,

rediscovered my voice,

and greeted the girl within the woman.

The real me was lost for a while,

disappearing in a land where my dreams got swallowed alive by just living.

I didn’t realise that I was gone,

‘missing in action’,

purposefully propelling myself

between schools and meetings,

finding consolation in movement and busyness,

afraid of stillness, the looking-glass of the soul.

Tentatively I tiptoed back to myself,

I came home via a thousand little decisions to live, thrive and blossom.

My soul laughed, and my zest for life returned.

I put on my memories like a warm winter coat,

and walked in them,

back to the place where I last remembered seeing myself, being myself,

and embraced who I was with joy, and hope.