Warped Like Twisted Barbed Wire Poem by Paula Glynn

Everything is twisted and warped like barbed wire,
Everything is knotted and in a tangled mess,
And I am caught like a fly in a spider's web.

I cannot face the truth, I cannot be normal,
I am trapped and crying for help,
As I become more and more trapped in the barbed wire,
I just want to be free, not be here,
But I am alone, no one to rescue me from this mess,
And I am confused and very stressed, as I cry,
My tears running down my face,
Like rain on a winter's day,
Where the wind stings my watery eyes,
And leaves me empty of a comfortable life,
Stripped bare of comfort and safety,
Because I just want to feel safe, but I am not,
I am twisted and mixed up, feeling random,
But I know deep down I am not random,
I was meant to be here, I was meant to find something,
Although, what that something is I don't know.

I don't think it's someone to love that I need:
I think it is something more profound than that,
And I don't need gluttony or any other deadly sin,
I just need to know where I stand and for what I am in,
Because I may not know all the cards, but I want to,
I cannot say who knows all the answers to philosophy either,
But can guess all the cards,
But facing real life is not easy; it is hard,
But I try for reasons more than survival:
I achieve for reasons of a mission,
And a yearning for happiness,
I am searching for truth and a new me,
To be someone who can comfort another.

Time is never ending, which is lucky for me,
And I shine everyday with an inner light,
For I am brave: I stand up and fight,
Even when warped in this life,
Like the twisted barbed wire on a desolute mansion,
Its residents long since departed.