An Ordinary Woman

In the beginning, 

I believed I was happy,

but life showed me what I truly am:

Empty. Numb. Wanting. 

Every night I gazed up at the stars,

and I wondered when my turn would come.

If one day, I found who I was meant to be, 

would that person answer the questions

that I have always asked the night sky?

Who am I? Why was I born? 

These answers may have eluded the greatest minds,

but I wish my future self could see into my soul.

For I am an ordinary woman.

I cannot speak for all, but if I could escape

my current self and seek the growth

of my heart and mind, I could begin to see

what I was truly meant to be. 

Yet, the darkness hiding deep within me

eats away at my sanity.

Its toxic whispers kills all my thoughts and dreams.

How could I fight against something so true?

If I could discover my purpose, would it show me the way through

my pain and torment? I cannot reach the light now,

but one day, I will look at the light and see warmth.

As of now, I see that it only burns.