As the flood waters receed, I am left aching for a solid sense of self

I feel lost and unsteady. It is hard for me to grapple onto any sense of who I am.

I am myself, of course, and I am all that my emotions and memories tell me I am.

But what do those emotions means? What do these memories mean?

The waterways flow differently

This forest is not the one I know

I am lost within myself

I shall find the way eventually of course.

But for now, I remain lost