Too many roads
intersected.
Too many went,
the wrong direction,
..and I had no map.
If only
I could have seen that mark,
the one
that pointed out-
....You Are Here
life might not have gotten
so disoriented.
It became
all about everyone,
everyone,
....but me.
And I got pushed
to the side of the road,
broken down
and stripped bare
to the frame.
Along the way...
I lost myself...
and I don't even know,
where to begin searching,
....for me.
©Cathy Faist 2003