I’ve lost myself. I’m wondering through drifts of fog, grasping onto anything that feels real and familiar.

Hoping that someone can find me, when I must truly find myself.

I’m suffocating through the emotions that course through my veins, yet my body is unwilling to let them drain forth and explore the world.

I’ve never found the true me, only pieces scattered like leaves after an autumn storm.

Drowning in the darkness from the forest that surrounds me, unwilling to let the sun penetrate through their limbs, as the thorns puncture and tear away my layers of skin, I pray for the rain to wash away the doubt.

The doubt that has crept in like a creature of the night, that tells me I’m not who I think I am.

My true self rages to be let free.

Yet I wonder through the fog hoping for the strength to make it one more day.