Lost

 If I could lose myself, I would seek in earnest steps where the sea finds the edge of the mountains and the sun bleeds into the sky. 

If I could lose myself, I would plant me feet firmly at the edge of a rainy day and soak up every drop without restraint. Casting my umbrella into the wind. 

If I could lose myself, I would scream in the still of silence, shattering my fears within the echoes of my years. Letting out what has held me in. 

If I could lose myself, I would run with determination towards that unseen tomorrow, willing and able to find my own pace. One foot in front of the other in steady assurance, unwavering.

If I could lose myself, I would listen to the rhythm of my beating heart and dance with unbridled joy, embracing the beauty within and without, quieting the noise of doubt. 

If I could lose myself, I would undoubtedly see with open eyes this tangled imperfection of self. Full and overflowing as I was always meant to be, then and only then, would I find me.  

KEC

aka Deo Volente

10/9/2025