Searching For... Poem by Annette Aitken

Searching For...

When your secret is out
then part of you is out,
out there for others to see.
Then,
you are not in control anymore.
As once before, all the pages of doubt
sprawling beneath my feet.
Do I have the eye's, to see the truth?
If I open myself up to trust again.
Will my scars somehow start to fade?
It is such a powerless feeling,
when you don't trust,
even, your own thoughts.
Oh!
to regain the feeling of running freely
between the fields of wildflowers
letting the wind blow through my hair
to see with clarity again
to look through the eye's of the wildflowers
seeing the reflection of the shimmering moon
dancing on the cold dark waters.

Still,
all the while, searching for the
'off switch' to this unrest.

by
A.A...17