I’m trying to find myself.
Somewhere along the sad paths
I seem to have lost my way.
As with most people
I never intended to journey there,
But now I’m floundering.
Even if I’d skirted a verge or two
In the past I always drew back
And made the best of happiness
However beggarly attended.
But for some reason,
Recently,
I appear to have strayed
Too far into their range; the pull
Of some indignity must have
Distracted me,
Sufficiently,
To allow my feet to wander,
And now they’ve shed their steps
And cannot retrace them.
So help me.
Please.
Won’t you throw what lines you can,
Or organize a party to fan out
And encounter me.
I would appreciate it,
And thank you personally.
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I understand totally. As you get older it is harder to put on a happy facade and trudge on. It is easier to get bogged down with the negative. I try to grab on to the good moments when I can.
ReplyDeletehow i know this only too well, i feel like that now but theres always a new day.......
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