The Loss is a Realization

There was light where I lay,
Nothing was visible except fog.
The blinding light became even brighter day by day,
Hour by hour, moment by moment
Till I saw the light but this time the light was not as bright.

It was a clear day,I saw myself,
Found my identity.
My world started that second.
Everything so new yet known;
Its as if reliving the things that I have had already.

Something seems to be missing still,the mysterious blinding bright light;
It had saved me from every pain, every suffering.

Now I realize the new found happiness a facade.
The loss is a realization.
I begin a new journey.
I begin a new search.