Search and rescue

In search of what could be
possibly 
any remnants of me, 
mountains high and valleys low, wideness of rivers, 
look out disappearing me, 
arms flailing, yelling for someone to save me 
not from the depths of the ocean swallowing me 
from mountain peaks I have yet to reach
children I am eager to have yet scared to teach 
from the valley lows 
taking me to levels in which I can do nothing but grow 
at such levels 
I am eye level with grass that begins to blow 
taking a journey around the world 
wondering if i were that sliver grass where would I go would I land in the land of opourtunities
success and money surrounding me 
leaving a tattered past behind me 
growing beyond what even my eyes could see 
my eyes so full 
after the storm an overflowing sea of tears looking back on lost years 
staring in the mirror 
who is this shell of a woman looking back at me 
let me reverse time go back to that sliver of grass beginning so low 
being lifted by breath of God blowing me towards what I now see will be my destiny 
if I chose to follow  the life plan he hath set forth for me not meaning his way will be easy 
but it will end with a mountain top 
though valley lows may intervene 
prepared for all things 
I will swim oceans 
climb mountains 
scale valleys 
to save the drowning flailing screaming to masses to reach oneself inner version of me 
and pull her to safety