Finding Myself Poem by Phil Soar

I lost touch with myself yesterday
I was trying to 'find myself' and came unstuck
I looked at every angle of being
But didn't find myself, had no such luck

I wonder where I am in times of trouble
I seem to vanish in a cloud of dust
Maybe I'm away with many fairies
At least they seem to be the ones to trust

They visit me when I am in the garden
Appear in shadows from the garden pond
I saw one yesterday among the undergrowth
Sitting on the edge of a green frond

I asked it if it knew where I had come from
If missing myself was a sign of madness
It looked me in the eye and its expression
filled me with a sense of calm and gladness

So looking for myself was quite exciting
But all I found were feelings and some pride
And if I'm seeing fairies in the garden
Maybe I should just remain inside