I Feel I’m Losing Myself…
Amid the labyrinth of life’s vast domain,
I wandered lost, a shadow’s haunting bane,
Within the depths of self, a fading light,
Losing myself, a slow and silent fight.
It starts as whispers, doubts that persist,
Eroding the essence that once did exist,
Like grains of sand slipping through my hands,
Losing myself to an unseen quicksand.
The colors that once painted my world,
Now dull and faded, like sails unfurled,
Emotions fragmented, identity frayed,
Losing myself, a symphony of shades.
Each step I took felt like a hollow beat,
A dance with emptiness, a soul’s retreat,
The mirror’s reflection a stranger’s face,
Losing myself in a complex embrace.
Yet in the midst of this soul’s eclipse,
A fire still flickers, a yearning persists,
A quest to reclaim the fragments torn,
To mend the wounds, the soul reborn.
For in the caverns of this inner strife,
A journey begins, to reconnect life,
To piece together the puzzle’s debris,
And find the path back to being free.
The road is arduous, strewn with debris,
But strength arises from the depths of me,
In the tapestry of loss, I strive to find,
The threads of self that time couldn’t bind.
Losing myself, a battle fought in vain,
But within the struggle, a warrior’s gain,
For as I navigate this intricate toll,
I forge a path to rediscover my soul.
Amid the chaos, a whisper I hear,
Guiding me forward, dispelling the fear,
A journey inward, a quest to unveil,
The beauty of self that’s been veiled.
With every step, the void recedes,
As I gather the pieces of my heart’s needs,
Losing myself, yet finding the way,
To reconstruct, rebuild, to seize the day.
So let the darkness consume, but not define,
For within the soul, a light still shines,
And as I wrestle, grapple, and reclaim control,
I mend the wounds and rekindle my soul.
Losing myself, a battle hard-won,
But through the struggle, strength is spun,
In the tapestry of life’s intricate scroll,
I rediscover the essence that makes me whole.
