Hidden Parts of Me

I thought I knew myself

that I recognized my hopes and dreams,

but there appears to have been another book on the shelf

of me, filled with new thoughts and emotions it seems.

A change of scenery and circumstance

brought this dusty tome to the light;

an encounter, brought by chance,

found me feeling new things that just felt right.

I have a million questions about my new book.

Its partly written in a language I don't understand.

I've spent countless hours studying in a quiet nook

of my mind, but still those thoughts make me feel like a fish on land

I could use a tutor, or a guide

to help me clarify this mask,

but the only one that's on my side

is the only one I just can't ask.

She shown the light upon this corner of my mind.

She gave me the ability to recognize

the book that I had kept to my eyes blind,

but I pull this book from the shelf now as if it were a precious prize.

I understand but merely half

of what I see.

It makes me smile and want to laugh

at having found this part of me.