Labyrinth of my soul

I am miserably lost in the labyrinth of my own soul, every path entangled. I'm a white raven, I reminisce of the past incapable of transition. I am in a constant state of fissure, I have no way to find the correct passage midst these paths laid in thorns. My feet are already bleeding, so is my heart. But this labyrinth of my soul barricades my path— a path that I wish to walk upon, a path that won't lead to horrors from the past, a path decored in petals that heal me These dungeons I run into, while I try to navigate my way, show the virelays of my memories long gone, ones I tried to erase. I am in desperate need of a light— light that may free me of the past, free me of these dungeons, free me of my torment. I am in need of a guide, a guide that may help me find that path, help me to get to the place in my soul, the place where I belong. But till I do find that guide, I navigate on my own, navigate this labyrinth— this labyrinth of my soul.