Within

I've walked this life- searching
For what was taken at birth
Hypnotized, a sort of Waldosia with no faces
Giving direction- emotionless
And now, sitting in a flood of past regrets
I realize what was taken was hidden
Within myself as to never find it.
I cry for what time I've lost
My mission?
Retrieve that which is rightfully mine.
Loving those who knew nothing of it
Unrequited in my mission.
I've been searching for love
And forgot to look within.