I’ve always celebrated my birthdays; always treated it with pleasant sentiment; but this time; the uncertainty of where we are now in life; has me feeling lost.

We’ve had happy moments; lived in the moment; experienced life in its full bloom; and had a wild ride. But now we seek more; seek our internal growth; seek grounding; seeking clarity in how we want to move.

I GOT LOST

It feels strange;
To be in this position;
To not have the words to express how I really feel;
To be so out of touch with my own form of anxiety;

Here I am;
A couple of weeks away,
From turning a year older;
And all that fills my mind is the fear of what this represents;

I’ve tried writing this poem countless times;
And if you are reading this;
Then this is the one that didn’t see the bin,
This is the one that survived;

A lot of what we are now,
Is full of uncertainties;
We move unsure of what to make of this life;
Too many grey areas;

They told us life was simple;
Made us believe that growing up would be beautiful;
But now that we are here;
All we feel is lost;

What I seek most;
Is to grow, to evolve, to bloom;
To find my place;
To flourish in my own form of chaos.

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