Unanswered Questions

This poem was written by: Erica.

Who am I?
Where am I truly from?
Why am I here?
Why am I alive?
What is my purpose?
Where am I going?
I thought I knew these things,
But now I'm not so sure.
I no longer know what is real.
Nothing... nothing is real,
and yet nothing is fake
reality has mingled with the false
pretenses of the mind.
I can feel the wall's under my fingers
Smell the freshly cut grass
I hear the teachers, musk, birds
I can taste the wonderful rain on
my lips...but everything I see, it is
almost as though there is a veil over
the world, clouding everything
Something... unimaginable from view.

And the wings...
the black, warm, protective
raven wings that once wrapped me up at night...
I feel them all the time now: resting against my
chest, snug against my arms, pressing into my back,
between my shoulder blades, towards something,
something or someone important.
Almost like it's pushing me, or at least trying to
Push me, through the veil... to answer
my questions, to fill the hole inside where
my heart should be... to the truth.
I don't know...
   But I want to...
      And someday...
          I will.

Author's Note

This poem was written a few years ago by Erica.