Tracing back through the days
trying to figure out exactly where
I lost myself
I've given myself quite the scare.
Because as I review the memories
of the last few centuries
(or so they have seemed)
I realise that yes, I am not me
but there is a possibility
that this is real.
The complexities
are really just a method of discovery.
And all this pain I have caused
in myself
and in others
might be who I am after all.
If that's the case
I really need to withdraw
and work this thing out
before I fall all over again.
Calling myself out
(photo credit: flickr)
With love, Beau xx
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