The Journey Within

It feels eternal, you know, the stuff inside

the struggles and pain

the tears and fear

It has been there always, maybe it's just you

In solitude and in crowds

forever it remains

when you sleep and dream and talk and eat, it's there

It is a feeling and a part, a part that is unrelenting

but why?

what is it inside that irks and fights against good things

It is a wonder that you don't relinquish to the agony

Hope.

Perhaps one day it will lift its vail and reveal itself

A part, smaller than once before

A smidge on the canvas of life not the painting that seemed enormous and heavy

Broken corners of canvas yet beauty on it

the anger, the sad, the confusion that lingers fiercely

sometimes quiet and often loud

It feels hard to bear

a bother to the soul

Is there a way to fix me?

The journey to make this life and reality more clear

To find not only the eternal truths within and call them out

but to enjoy them - somehow

The path is one of self love and reckoning but it is not without companionship

A step into the unknown for answers

Alas, on this search we are not alone after all

-Eileen Somerville