Dear Me Poem by Alison Mujati

You probably have a name
Everyone calls it but you.
A hero playing a villain.

You wander through a labrinthine path
Sandwiched within whispers of gentle breeze
Heartily, inner overflows with thought
Like a maestro, you ochstrate a symphony

You speak this odyssey in self- discovery
An echoing melody through your soul
Where shadows dance like silhouettes.
Moonlit night only can explain
And the fragrance of memory wafts,
A sweet perfidious delight

Like a creek, thoughts meander
Ever changing and care-free
Past valleys where fear and anxiety roam
Yet beneath deep darkness your spark shines
The beacon shows its light

You weave seam by seam,
This, the story of your life
Joy, love and sorrow and loss make you
Season ebb and flow, tides of the deep blue
Thus a way of beauty beyond imperfection

This mirror of time takes you aback
A reflection of lasting autumn leaves
Whispers of failure, a distant mournful sigh
Swallow... you can't have everything my boy

Find peace and solace within present
All purposeful signs,
like a compass needle, staunch and release
A light still shines from your darkest soul
Raveging through life's labyrinth
The winding night to the heartbeat
Find a way dear me