For the longest time
I lost part of myself.
And it doesn’t matter why, now.
I never thought about getting it back
Because I am grateful just to have peace.
Grateful for laughter amid a world of stress.
Busy flexing my flexibility muscles.
And, after a time of mourning,
The life I have is enough.
Still, I missed waffles 🧇
And sick-days.
Even in a good life as I have it.
But, yesterday I found a piece of myself.
As I ate waffles with butter,
The REAL stuff,
And REAL maple syrup.
Beyond the joy of taste,
I was at home within myself.
And I will never let myself go again.
SickyBeat 