What Became of It

What Became of It
It has been a minute since I have been at this pen and pad and I’m sorry
You see…I know it seems like I have forgotten you but it's actually quite the opposite
And I know I shouldn’t have never walked away but I did
I got so caught up in life and doing what I can only describe as living which turned out to not be living at all…I was only getting by
Faking it with no intent of making it until one day…
One day I woke up wallowing in my own self pity in a weakened depressed state of mind
Forgetting that this was the reason I wrote at all
Forgetting that you were my first love my first happiness my first and only lifeline to sanity
Forgetting who it is that I really am
You see…had I not been on this journey to find the little girl who first fell in love with roses are red and violets are blue
I would still be wallowing in that homemade cell that I built for myself unintentionally
Not realizing that the door was never closed and I have always been free to go
Because I didn’t know that the freedom of my mind was solely based on me remembering who I am.





T. S. Caldwell