Time's healing touch evades me

The scars that haunt the backs of my eyelids refuse to falter

Vultures created by memories continue their descent on everything that I once was

I've stapled and stitched myself back together time and time again

But the longer I run, the more pieces I lose

I'm searching for an idea. Something to set my restless soul on fire and to burn away all of these doubts that plaque my unsettled mind.

I'm searching for words framed in such gut-wrenching honesty that my very being is ripped to shreds with their sharp edges.

If you've happened across a map, or a compass perhaps, that you think may aid me in my search please let me know. I've been lost far too long and now I've become a wanderer without a way.