Conversations with Self

These were one of the poems I created in my firs few days at the Focolare last 2004

Im talking to my bestest friend
that is myself

Trying to analyze every situation
where I have failed
And then Im finding my eyes
staring at blankness again..

Circling around makes me dizzy
Why am I still at the beginning?
The beginning of a story that is never ending?

I guess I have not found the key that would
make me settle in this journey