Layers Poem by Phil Soar

Through the layers that make me, there are many aspects
Sadness and fear, wisdom and promises
Tactitions might look inside me for help with summarising
Why I am who I am,
They would find no reason for what I do, or what makes me
Fact is, I don't know myself
I have spent sixty plus years in search of my construction
What has helped to build me
How come after all this time, why have I not collapsed?
Under the weight of my thoughts
Truth is, my mind is a mixture of things I do not understand
Mirrored in my eyes, I see nothing but doubt
And throughout I struggle in the battle for completeness
Still images form a pattern
That hopefully lead to where and who I am
Notions, I hold to ransom
Until, perhaps a token gesture might release me
Until then, so many things to seek
So many reasons to search

Layers