lost in a maze- navigating through stars and cosmos that i never knew existed before
making snow trails and leaving behind sacred marks that identify me-
because nothing else does.
i come to a corner, a turn, a break
only to run in to the looking glass again
no jumping through this time
face it face up and deal with the reality
that you're lost
tattered remnants of days past lie strewn across a matted floor
pages of books letters grade cards and e-mails torn to shreds
out of misery pain refusal to face the mirror
panicked in a disarray i turn
regress run back
i'll never get out
without help

so why try?