Inside Of Me Poem by Leigh Ladd

In the deepest, darkest crevasses of my mind,
I get lost and I get sleepy.
I am searching and digging,
What I am looking for is there.
My hands are dirty,
My nails broken.
Scratches getting infected
Turning them to wounds.
I feel something,
It's too dark to see.
A hook, a wire,
A picture of me.
My eyes align with the dark,
I examine, but that really can't be me.
I really can't be that pretty inside,
The picture was only taken today.
It must be all of the dirt in my eyes,
Making my vision blurry.
Wait, my eyes are being cleansed by tears,
I look again and my insides are still pretty.
It must have been all of the searching and digging,
Buried deep, what once were wounds are now only scars.
My vision is repaired,
Yes, those pretty insides are of me.