My Search For Me

Grey are the days that past by my eyes and the nights are scary to see. A pall clouds my vision each day I awake which hinders my search for me. Blank are the stares I see each day when I look at the eyes in the glass. Reflection of the one I’m trying to save from this suffocating morass. Lost I am as I travel the road that I hope will lead me to salvation. The forks in the road are far too many and my heart pounds from palpitation. Deep into my mind do I bring my search as I desperately try to see. Yet twisted and tangled my thoughts all seem as I still keep up the search for me. In the eyes of my child I do see a glimpse of something that makes me believe, in the hope that I have something to salvage as much as my mind tries to deceive. The hands of my friends reaching for me to help though I don’t even ask, tells me that I do have my good inside and I shouldn’t take myself to task. But as much as the signs and the help I receive give me a glimpse of the person I know I be, I have so much pain and confusion in the way that it’s so very hard to find the real me.