by Danielle Somers

Created on: April 15, 2009

I sometimes sit and miss myself

Not who I was, but my past on the shelf.

My childhood toys battered and worn,

and tiny clothes tattered and torn.

So many dreams shattered, not achieved,

Yet many a gift of knowledge received.

I feel that somewhere along the line,

Confusion set in, things went awry.

I'd begun growing up, wanting more

Raised expectations, wishing to soar.

Entertainment got harder to find,

So many more things to cloud the mind.

Endlessly in search of clarity,

I just hope that one day I will find me.

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