POEM| I Miss Me

I miss me
the real me

The me
that shares easily,
passionately
and fervently

That says what
she’s thinking
feeling and wishing

That lets things go,
moves on quickly
and knows things get better eventually

That doesn’t feel
bruised,
broken and alone

That’s never needy
never helpless
and never settles

I miss me
the real me

I need me
the real me

I want me
the real me

and not this version of me I’m stuck with

Mariam Shittu

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