Left abandoned and shivering in a frost of confusion,
my fingers are too numb to scratch my head in bewilderment,
I stand stranded amidst a field of mirrors where every direction is the same.
The needle on my compass points to nowhere and everywhere.
I am led by a star that moves behind me when I pass it and hides when I walk beneath its’ light.
I follow the sounds of the nearby roadway that seems to keep drifting farther away.
In the darkness of the forest of disillusionment I cannot see light through the trees.
I am but a dwarf in this vast land of giant emotion.
I have grown so weary of searching for what I think might be my soul.
If that is what I need to find then I don’t know how I will recognize it.
In the distance at the foot of the black hills, I see the silhouette of a weary man.
Slouching and practically falling over on his side, I vaguely recognize him as I grow closer.
I think it is I, but how do I approach myself and what do I say?
What words of encouragement will lead my inner self back to where he belongs?
The visions I have seen should never be revisited as they obviously frightened him so much that he has fled from me again.
Fortunately I have found him wandering not too far off
where we can attempt to rebuild this relationship and gain a better understanding of exactly who we might be.
Now, together maybe we can find my way home through this nightmarish jungle of
Vines of lies and branches of deceit;
Hedgerows of unfaithfulness and rivers of disdain;
Brooks of sorrow and tide pools of pain.
They ebb and recede just as we have grown apart and back together
We can chisel a path through all this blinding hypocrisy and homeward journey on
Back to a place once buried so deeply in peaceful sanctity and quiet reassurance
