Searching for Myself

I took the afternoon to walk through the depths of my soul
to see what I might find. As I walk down the dusty and dingy
corridors I notice the cracks in the foundation and the water
dripping from the ceiling. That needs to be fixed. I check out
some of the rooms to see what I've forgotten or lost. I found
a few dollars in the cellar with the door with the broken latch.
I found a photo of an old friend hiding behind a mirror frame.
I found my lucky jeans stuck under a fallen boulder from the
ceiling at the end of one hall. Looking as hard as I can I still
can't seem to find my sanity. I can't find my deepest faith.
I can't find my romance. I can't seem to find myself. Who
am I, that I can't find myself in myself. How long have I
tried to be someone that I'm not that I've forgotten who I
really am? Am I in the room with the nicely made bed?
Am I in the room with the books about sugar-plum fairies
that dance over children's heads? Am I in the room with the
flat screen TV, the room with the bunk-bed, the room with
the giant lamp that makes music when you flip the switch?
I don't know where I am to be found. All alone inside my head,
forced to find the answers myself. Or am I not alone after all?
Is the one they call Him with me inside myself? Can he help
me find who I am? The answers I seek are somewhere in
here. I just don't know where to look. Please, I need help.
Is there a secret chamber I am not aware of? Please, help.