poem

Me, lost and found...

By: Beth Clinton

10-17-2009

I've lost the Beth I used to be

I miss the Beth I knew was me

Where did she go?,

I just don't know...

maybe lost in your control.

A look in your eyes took her away

or maybe it the things you always would say.

A glimpse in the mirror gives me hope...

for somewhere deep down

she's staring back,

letting me know

she's still there

waiting for the sweet release

to be the me

we want to be.