In this heart of mine,
I am fearful to find
the truth of my sorrows
laid bare.
For what might I see
hidden beneath
the surface of my existence.
Would I find an empty soul
host among the lives I have lived
or would I find
a mystery of paths
woven into a tangle
hiding the true way
I must follow.
Perhaps the truth I find
shall be the lie
of who I try to be
perhaps I will only find myself.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017