Wandering in labyrinths of seeking,
her thoughts gather in morbid clouds,
She marches forward
in morose speculations of her self worth,
in this quest to know, in her troubled heart,
while thirsting for answers,
She can find no rest…..
Finding a long corridor in the journey
within her mind, she faces herself
at a new portal of emotion,
through the mirrors dark glass.
The mirrors dark deception,
a naked illusion masking all reality,
staring at a mystery magnified to confuse.
” What is the meaning?” she morosely thinks.
Seeking truth in this dark maze,
she tenaciously must find the answers.
She maneuvers her thoughts,
left right, left, right,
marching in blind agony.
Rest isn’t found.,
face to face in the mirror of doubt.
“Where can I find it?” she wails.
The hazy mirror of her heart
beckons her to step through
the portal of self discovery,
finding herself stripped naked,
devoid of the binding deception,
every shred of psyche ripped,
naked emotions and bleeding,
she faces her true pure thoughts
as the answer to her quest bleeds through.
” To Thyself be true”
Peace is finally found.
© 2016, Cheryl Koomoa. All rights reserved.