And I Walked, A Poem

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