In Memory

This poem is in memory
Of the one I used to be
The brave, the bold the self-assured
The person I called ‘me’

That person who just went away
One day some time ago
And I became a person who
I really do not know.

I used to ride the storm itself
And laugh at shallow fears
I couldn’t understand those who
A movie moved to tears

I used to have a strength within
That felt as strong as steel
And whatever life did bring
I knew that I could deal

But then that person went away
I’m still not quite sure why
It was as if inside myself
I learned to fear and cry

As if once learned they both did grow
And never did abate
Then all my strength was swept away
And now this is my fate.

E.M. Swift-Hook

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