Real.

How can I run when I cant stand?
Where do I go when I feel there is no where to land?
Im a wandering soul without a map,
It feels as though I never finish a full lap.
Up and down my thoughts constantly change,
I feel so alone and really strange.
Is it normal to struggle with one's self?
There is a war waged between sickness and health.
The small voice deep inside my heart,
Faintly whispers dreams of a new start.
Away from the pain and sorrow that reside here,
I ache knowing I lost everything I held dear.
There arent many moments that pass in a day,
When I dont think "Am I going to be okay?"
I dont know how long Ill be grounded in place,
Or when I will be released to race.
Free in the joy that life can in fact give,
One day I hope to feel like I actually live.