in my solitude,  searching yet creating the purpose of my life beholding all those battles that i fought  some for myself, some for others  shielding my scars from the wounded  a promise to myself, a promise to the universe  let it come to me, let the storm come to me faith in me isn't dead at all  i fall, but i wake up  each time, every time  the echoes in my mind  will be a melody one day searching for the answers  in people and places in literature and art   in universe and grace  in grief and wound that's who i am  that's who i will be  a magical yet complicated human rooting for the answers and solitude  in the riddle of life -d