Does it Exist

A short poem about someone who is questioning their beliefs. Do they found their answer?

I wish I could find a place
that could change the outcome.
Or it could even erase
and make me feel numb.
Is there such a place to exist
because I'm still shaking.
I could never seem to resist
what has become my own making.
I eventually started to question
and wanted to know why.
I finally found that affection
when I looked up toward the sky.