Somewhere along the way I lost myself.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Maybe I’m not lost, maybe I’ve been growing all this time but am hidden.
Hidden behind the role.
Hidden behind the urgent.
Hidden behind the armor which protects me.
Powerful wings lifted me from the nest; the nest moved leaving no forwarding address.
Powerful heart created this, a new nest, and it is enough.
Or is it? Is rootlessness healthy? Can it be overcome - completely?
Am I my past or am I my present? A combination, you say. True.
While I create in my new nest what was missing in the old, I create pain for myself even while others are content, happy.
And thus I hide. Hide my pain. Hide my longing. Hide my tears.
For pain, longing, and tears are not wanted. I do not want them.
But they are real.
From this rent heart springs determination
Who am I?
Where am I hidden?
I am me, just as always, growing, changing
I am hidden in the measureless love of God
Nurtured by true family
And, yes, it is enough.