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I've Lost A Part Of Me

I've lost a part of me
In this journey we call life
It's not necessarily a bad thing
But something I just realized

I've lost a part of me
The part that I genuinely liked
It was the part that kept me happy
In the darkest of times

I've lost a part of me
But I have certainly grown up
Moving forward can be an achievement
It's a sign that you have evolved

I miss the part I've lost
It made me the person that I am
That part knows my deepest secrets
And also my weakness and strengths

I wish I find me again
The one who had all these big dreams
And be able to acknowledge where I have come
But also endeavor for the stars unseen
-Tamrina 

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