The Right Me (Kyrielle) Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I have learned to dance in the rain,
to mend broken wings, flying free.
I shed tears that were wept in vain
on this search to find the right me.

I let others lead me astray.
I became blind and could not see.
I lost myself along the way
on this search to find the right me.

I thought that finding the right man
was like turning a golden key.
I was made small and smaller than
on this search to find the right me.

I put others before myself.
I made mountains of what could be,
hid the best of my greater self
on this search to find the right me.

Second to all and first to none,
I used to pray on bended knee
perchance to find that special one
on this search to find the right me.

Words were whispered into a wave
like ships upon a lonely sea
that sunk into unfathomed grave
on this search to find the right me.

No god answered my hopeful call.
My heart pined as a willow tree
with little hope or none at all
on this search to find the right me.

Lessons learned I shall not forget.
Life is a golden filigree.
Hello myself, I'm glad we met
on this search to find the right me.

I am sorry for the delay.
It took so long, you must agree.
It hurts my heart, my voice to say
on this search to find the right me.

I stained the shadows with my tears
but found my smile in bel esprit.
I give thanks for the bygone years
on this search to find the right me.

Dreams fold gently as lotus silk.
Light as a feather and carefree,
I will not cry over spilled milk
on this search to find the right me.

Life is metered in strands of time,
in wildflowers of poetry
that blossom in this garden rhyme
on this search to find the right me.