Trying to Find Me.

This fog is all I am now.
It crept slowly, ever so slowly,
Slithering, stinging my brain.
That I did not see. I didn't notice.
I swear.

I remember how it felt,
The first time being numb.
What a relief
To have the constant agony
Simply float away.
But was that all it took?

I'm beginning to wonder
Where I've gone.
But more importantly,
Am I coming back?

For once in my life,
I'm starting to miss me.

I don't know if this will be
the last time,
But I'm going to keep trying
And searching
For my passion.
Or is it my soul I've lost?
Whatever it is,
I want it back.
I want to be me again.