I am seeking; I will find.

I've lost me.
Where am I?
Misplaced me.
I cry.

Songs echo
Through my head:
Words the pope has said:

Become
Become
"Become who you are."

I'm here. I'm me.
But I'm not me
Yet.

Both here and now
And later still
I sit up in my window sill
And think of who I am.

Who am I?

Yours.
I'm Yours.
I'm Yours. I'm Yours. I'm Yours.

One day, I will understand
The depths of that reality.