getting over it

In currents flowing beneath my skin,
(it aint' blood, and it aint' sin,)
are words telling me how to begin
to get my life on track.

But riverbeds dry in droughts,
like the mind of a woman who doubts without
the aid of a pen she'd figure out
who she was anymore.

Let it rain, let it pour, let the river flow,
but Lord, oh Lord, don't let them see
I don't know which way to go.

In my own way I've tried to discover
what my life has to uncover-
through lessons, miles and the occasional lover,
but the answers are not there.

The priest told me to "have patience, child",
I said "thankyou" and vaguely smiled,
for I know patience is a virtue piled
on those I envy, not me.

Let me find, or leave behind, this mind on a one way track,
Lord, oh Lord, please help me,
before my life's just looking back.