Faded

Like an old worn out photograph
my life had faded in understanding,
everything I thought I was important
just slowly vanishing,
slipping away day after day
until all I had become
was a shell without depth
sitting with the same face,
but it no longer had any meaning.

It was as if who I was
no longer existed,
what I dreamed had died
the hopes I worked ceased to matter
because inside I had slipped into maze
searching countless corridors leading nowhere,
unable to find my way out.

Oh the hours passed as normal,
yet they no longer seemed to have a point,
my insides were asleep
and nothing could wake them up.

I listened to others shared their joy songs
they still had reasons to be hungry,
which only made the emptiness feel worse.

Wandering took me on so many dead ends
by following other’s advice
finally sitting down and merely listening
to that voice within that I had ignored.

There were no thunderbolts or earthquakes
instead I merely heard the soft moans of my real desires,
in all the silence that had come through my solitude,
so afraid it would leave me confused and hopelessly lost,
but what awoke in that time of greatest void
was the truth about myself that gave me new inspiration,
hidden inside and waiting to be seen.