Valleys

As I began to traverse the deep chasm of my soul 
I wondered what I was missing
How could I fill the void
Marred across my inner landscape 
And feel whole once more 
Until I came to a stream 
And realized I wasn’t missing anything at all

What had washed away was the dusty façade
What I thought I needed to be me
What remained was not an abyssal canyon 
But rather a fertile valley
Nestled in the shadow of a mountain 
In which I could blossom