My Journey Poem by Phil Soar

The journey that I started, seemed it had nowhere to go,
I told myself to carry on, although I seemed so slow,
I crossed a rather rugged path, and travelled far and wide,
But nothing seemed to fill the void, I'd opened up inside.

Along my way, I stuttered, when I came upon new sights,
I could not grasp the meaning, nor quite understand my plight,
I'd struggled on for ages, as I tried to work things out,
And on the path of righteousness, was a world on nagging doubt.

My trip to try and 'find myself', had started out with hope,
I found myself just wandering, down a slippery slope,
And when my journey ended, I was maybe in between,
A world of endless emptiness, but one where I could dream.