Today, I walked through the cold and the numb
to search;
Peruse a version of truth, of reality
and found a great unknown.
Remembering myself to myself.
Sifting through those gratitudes I have, written on my heart
but only half believed of my deservance.
There is a hauntedness that follows me,
stroking my skin with tender fingers –
a whisper of where I’ve been and where I am now.
(Where am I going?)