Lost and Found
My hair is braided down my back,
My bean boots and sweater on.
It is wintertime,
And now I know for certain I am not her.
I’m me, long brown hair and glasses,
Awkward and sincere.
I know now.
I can’t compete, but I don’t have to.
This is my life,
And I will chase the sun before I will chase you.
I never lost you, but I found myself,
In the cattails and the soils, in books and in my heart.
Somehow that’s everything to me.