Soul-finder

There was a brief moment in my life
where I lost touch with my own soul
I couldn’t recognize myself
and every time I opened my eyes
all I could see; all I could feel was struggle
struggle through the dense fog
that life sometimes piles upon our roads
potholes a plenty
if I didn't suffocate in the fog
I could have easily been swallowed up
by one of those potholes
but I didn't, because when I needed it most
I found my strength and courage
and now on occasion
 when I find the dense fog in front of me
once more
and the potholes underneath my feet
I remember what I learnt
avoiding them
 to keep on walking without a fall
keeping my head high, remembering
they are just a test, a test
that will bring my poetry to its finest
one day far from now
sharing with others
others who have felt the dense fog
and who like me have avoided
being swallowed by the potholes
that life sometimes digs for all of us
because…

if I can re-find my lost soul
everyone can.