My Truths Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I keep going on
with my life unfulfilling.

In me I try
to find out my truths
I try to stay sane
but my quest just seems moot.

Who have I become
after all of my years?
How can I discover
my path and not fear?

My truths seem eluding
when I keep trying to find
who I'm meant to be
and what I hide behind.

My eyes are aching
my heart is weak.
My soul I know,
but its depths I seek.

Where do I go,
and what do I do?
How do I succeed
in finding my cue?

Love I dare not.
- Its power I shun.
I have loved before,
so now I am done.

Love I don't need
from people untrue.
Have been there before
with more than a few.

To love who I am,
how can I now?
With nothing to show,
and not knowing how.

So really, where am I going,
and what am I doing?
The echo is empty,
the answers eluding.

(Itajaí,21 June,2009)