I’ll have to return to thought.
Today I need to rediscover a part,
A part of myself that I’ve been hiding.
It used to be who I was.
Then I got tired of who I was,
Tried to redefine myself.
It worked for a bit,
I felt like a new person,
Just that something was missing.
Something that’s always been part of me,
Not just part of me,
A very important part of me.
Can’t let that die,
Got to keep it alive.
If I can’t, then what am I?
Just a half version of myself.
Don’t want that at all.
I want to be whole.
I’ll have to return to thought.
Today, I need to rediscover a part of myself—one that’s been tucked away, waiting. It’s been dormant, not dead. I used to carry it so naturally, without hesitation. It defined me in ways I never truly acknowledged until I tried to live without it.
For a while, I thought I had outgrown it. I convinced myself that shedding it was a sign of progress, a step toward something greater. And in some ways, it was. I became someone new, someone different. But as the days passed, I started to feel the absence of something essential. It was a quiet, nagging feeling, like forgetting a word that sits at the tip of your tongue. Something that once came effortlessly now required effort to recall.
It’s time to bring it back. Not just to remember it, but to embrace it. There’s no moving forward as a fractured version of myself. I refuse to be incomplete. The foundation of who I am doesn’t need to be abandoned for growth—it needs to evolve with me.
I’ve fought so hard to build something new, but maybe I was never meant to erase the old. Maybe the real answer is in the fusion of both—the person I was and the person I am becoming. If I can bring them together, then I won’t just be whole again.
I’ll be more than I ever was before.
