Strength of a woman

Find me at the back,  head facing down,  Hand glued to this wood never to be raised, Find me at the far end of the pitch, Where snakes hiss and birds chirp, Find me behind those washrooms, Leaning on walls that now have a taste of salt, From the wells that flow from my Lake Magadi, Find me in the lonely paths telling stories to my soul, There's nothing to celebrate, so my soul sits me down, I see hope, I lose it,. I pick faith, but my strength can't hold me, Find me in the depths of thoughts of raining hell on earth, My thoughts think underground is silent and peaceful, My spirit is willing to fight, but my mind nods in agreement, Underground is peaceful, So find me in the darkest of rooms battling my thoughts' thoughts, Find me next to tables that elevate people to freedom, Find me in ropes that lift people to the roof of relief, I don't have to belong, for the cage is mine alone, Find me underground in a house made of wood, I know it was not my dream house, but it makes me happy now, Oops!! You did not tell me friends down here are bullies too? Doesn't matter, they are only damaging my dark flesh, Good thing, they are determined to finish me off,  So it will not be a forever torment, Find me in memories of me that linger in the thin air, Find me in the book of the incomplete, unfinished, journeys.