(a terzanelle)

I saw myself as I was long ago,
A picture found in the depths of the house;
Though who I’d be, back then I didn’t know.

I thought myself like a wee little mouse,
Though hidden was a tiger wanting out;
A picture found in the depths of the house.

I look at me then and I just want to shout,
Why can’t you see the beauty she holds tight?
Though hidden was a tiger wanting out.

I raged and roared, tearing thoughts with great might,
Searching for answers right before my eyes;
Why can’t you see the beauty she holds tight?

I wonder if the unseen soul it dies?
Becoming someone else as time it flees;
Searching for answers right before my eyes.

Maybe I am where I’m destined to be,
I saw myself as I was long ago;
Becoming someone else as time it flees,
Though who I’d be, back then I didn’t know.

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