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.
