What I found...

What I found
was not in
a pocket.
It was not on
my desk.
It was not
in my car.
What I found
was not on
an email.
A note,
or in a book.
What I found...
was me.
It took me
42 years...
Today as I was
riding my bike
from your house,
I found
the sky to be blue.
The wind to
be sweet.
I found the
birds songs
pretty.
I found my long
legs to be pretty.
I found my heart.
I had it all the time.
It was buried deep
inside me so I would
not get hurt again.
My heart, I found
to be so strong,
not a crack in it.
Because today I found
love....for myself.
I found I can give
love, but not yet...
First I will love me
for awhile.
This is what I found.