My page started off as blank as the innocent minds we are born with

But the words were all in my head

Yet somehow I could not fathom if my thoughts were true

And then I stopped thinking and the lines filled up

I cannot count how many roads

How many trails I’ve tracked

I cannot count how much more ground I would’ve covered

Had I not turned back

This maze I built around myself

I swore was for protection

But all it’s proved to be which before I had not seen

Was utter isolation

I write with my heart seeping through my fingertips

I write as if my soul lay interwined in the pen's ink

And the words jump out at me

Screaming their truth

I was my own worst enemy

And my biggest mistake was not being so

But never realizing I was