My Mind

My mind is like narrow tar road that twist and turns,

consuming my imagination.

Each road is a thought, a lesson, a memory that work together to contain who i am.

With in this labyrinth of my mind sits baby Mia.

My seven year old self trapped for ever by the things that had been done to her.

Trapped by my very mind.

She will not age.

She will not forget,

She will heal.

With time............

She is to stay in the dark looking out beneath her hands,

washed over with the feelings connected to roads of her past.

Every now and then a feeling gathers enough strength

to become a form,

a shadow.

That chases her though the twisted paths,

her feet torn and bleeding in a world she can not out run.

So that is why I'm here,

I going to clear those roads.

Because Mia started running a week ago,

and hasn't come back.

I will find her.

I will bring her back