A pain all mine, that I own, self-inflicted, thoughts distorted, unclear, muffled and conflicted.
No one but me can answer these questions,
who? … When? …
Aren’t I free?
Night silent with deafening loud,
the soft sounds overwhelm me, though an uninterested crowd.
No one can face this silence but me, why? … How? … When will I see?
Fighting my tears, sorrow fights with me
sad, still, undoubtedly free.
Help! Help? Is there help for me?
Give, take, wish for something so deep.
Heart filled with sadness, but thoughts filled with glee.
Deep down there is something else I see.
My soul is ablaze so far within me,
a fire in the woods, burning the forest for the trees.
It’s becoming clear now ... I CAN find me.
Covered under layers, blind, stupid, and weak.  
Peel back the fear the confusion, the stink.
The meadow is opened, its strength now I seek.
As I Graze on the knowledge and experience - I have an epiphany,
I am never more beautiful than when I slow down and think.