Got a pit in my stomach
The size of a mustard seed
And heavy as a mountain
But something tells me
It’s all part of finding myself.

Can’t get my footing on this
Molehill I’m climbing
And the rain makes you
Look like a crater in the earth,
From way up here.

Is there something missing,
Or is it only displaced?

My heart sits here,
Gaping and exposed
Like a nest in a tree
Which has released it’s leaves to the wind
And it’s cold here.

But something tells me it’s all part of finding myself.