Identity

Identity is lost, somewhere forgotten.

Picking up the strings of yesterday, while grasping the seconds that pass too quickly as today disappears.

Nothing feels the same. Everyone is always yelling, there’s so many tears. So many smiles to force.

Seeking to find oneself again is a task that even the strongest man would find difficult.

Crawling up that mountain with eyes squinted. Rocks falling all around. Scraping knees on the loose dirt while trying to keep balance. The wind howls and it starts to rain.

The dirt washes away to mud and the wading begins.

Falling down, over and over. Nearly drowning as the bottom is reached again and it’s flooding now.

Don’t give up.

Brace.

Keep crawling. Keep crawling until the halfway point is reached. Maybe go beyond.

Someday I’ll find my identity.