Where

I wiped off all my makeup

To find something maps could not

but mirrors were distracted

by cracks and imperfections

while what lay underneath

was nothing at all

So I grabbed a pair of scissors

And with no feeling or pain

Chopped off all my hair

To see if there my search would end

But red covered floors didn’t give a clue

I got up to grab a book

To search its cryptic lines

For what I needed most

Where others had found theirs

But no word big or small

Took me where I needed to go

So I fell and hit my head

To walk inside my brain

And not knowing when it started

Or how I got to where I was

I took a walk to the very back

Where I kept it very dark

and there it was I tripped

over my search’s end, boxed up

but voices loud awoke me, before

I got to see what it looked like

And though it’s disguised still and forever it may be

I know comfort I had found

In knowing it would always be with me