I search for words with meaning. I search to discover my thoughts linked to my emotions. I search for my self, finding an elusive, familiar stranger. I’m mired in fear and anger, sensing more behind my centered black hole, and seeing only glimpses of light that frustrate further.
A step in a new direction tenses my soul–I think? Walking back the way I came unwittingly to the place I have forgotten hurts. I search for the predicted joy, finding only moments of happiness.
I press on getting to know myself, tearing at my seams, taking each moment presently, walking out of the dark into patches of lighter darkness.
©tales0397
Fairytale Poetry 
tears. for heartache. for bravery. for beautiful possibility. for the inevitable light.