I lost you—
But in the losing,
I found the map again.

I found my voice
In the quiet strength
I didn’t know I had,
because I was too busy
standing behind someone
Who never turned around
to ask my name,
Or why my silence
sounded like survival.

I found myself—
In the mirror,
In the ache,
In the art.

But I lost you.
And maybe that was the cost
of becoming whole.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis