Doubts rip through my mind

Leaving nothing but the

Smoldering ruins of whom

I once was in its wake.

A shadow of who I was

Begins to emerge from

The ruins. Ash filled smoke 

Rises and greets the sky

With the acridity of life 

And all its misery.

Nothing seems right yet

They believe I’m okay.

Nothing is wrong

Yet everything is wrong.

I'm okay but I'm not;

I'm whole but I'm broken.

I'm still breathing yet I'm dead;

Where do I go from here?

Silence asks unanswerable questions

And I flounder for an answer,

But there is no answer to be found.

I am no longer me.

I am a shadow of who I once was.

I am nothing.