The ache of finding, yet not whole
Jan 11, 2025
In shadows deep, I roam alone,
A soul adrift, yet unknown.
The weight of questions, sharp as stone,
Tears at my skin, a heart overthrown.
Each step I take, the path is lost,
For who I am, I pay the cost.
In search of truth, I’ve borne the cost,
A fragile self, forever tossed.
The ache of finding, yet not whole,
A silent scream, a shattered soul.
But still, I chase, despite the pain,
In hopes that one day, I’ll remain.