A Reflection of Me (A Haiku)
Somewhere between being born and finding you in the land we call living,
I lost myself.
However in losing myself I gained a new identity.
Whether this identity is better than what I thought was myself?! I couldnt say.
Would I trade it for what or who I was?
I do not think so becuase in losing my self, notice I gained.
And in gaining I wont lose again.
Therefore I am no longer myself...
I am I and self
Fine with thyself, herself, re-born self.