'midst her sobs she asks
where am i and where is this
and who is that man
he patiently tells
as storytellers must do
holding her with words
i follow his lead
as if with her all were well
cognizant at last
it is oh so deep
the well that holds my sorrow
i have plumbed the depths
that needy feeling
surely only found elsewhere
mars my sense of self
yesterday daydreams
mislaid 'mongst today nightmares
tomorrow rainbows
answers to be found
after questions infinite
in brave acceptance
who i have to be
from the depths of who i was
i am missing me
