And I walked, always searching
For what is the elusive question
A hand to take mine, perhaps
The soul to tame my demons
Maybe it is a purpose
A fulfillment that I crave to know
Something to incite my passions
To drive me forwards
Sometimes I wonder if it is a place
Somewhere that comforts me
Although I would likely still feel the outsider
An intrusive presence
A feeling is always possible
One that seems that I am less of a burden
Those that know me are saints
Suffering my isolation with grace
Then again, it could be myself
A journey of discovery
Divining who I truly am
Whether beast, lover, or even caregiver
And yet still I walk, searching blindly
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