When matters of the heart makes you feel confused.
I find myself in the middle of confusion where I don’t want to be, but I’m here never the less. My emotions are raw and brittle from what I hear and see. I’m stuck at someone else’s crossroad. I wait for clarification of the mental mind games, lies, and deceit. The phone is never answered unless prompted by guilt or need. I tell myself that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but, in getting there, I have to travel across mine fields with damaged carcasses spewed everywhere in sight.
I wonder if the journey is worth it. Little voices in my head send off radar warnings that I ignore in haste because I don’t want to perceive it as confusion, yet I wonder whether I’ve made a mistake. It’s too late to turn back because I’ve invested my heart into this tug–of-war, emotional roller-coaster. I find myself afraid to take a new chance on someone else, because their baggage would add to my already confused state. Yet, inside I feel deprived and overlooked. Have I wasted my time? This is the question unanswered with conviction I don’t feel stirring within me.
Many nights alone my anticipation has been peaked of what I should do next. How do I step through the confusion to get to my pot of gold, at the end of the rainbow or is this another disaster unfolding? No one wants to be alone, but there is peace, mingled in sadness at the thought. Until there is clarity of what I stand to gain, or how long this journey will last, I find myself caught in a realm of confusion; alone and guarded for what’s next. Tomorrow holds no promises, except someone will be part of some type of confusion, like me and like you. What should we do with this information? Should we dismiss it as unnecessary confusion?
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