Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Confused
I'm confused.
I can't step outside
of this fog,
and if I could
I'd only find
gray clouds.
I can't see
the landscape.
I can't read
the road signs.
But I sense danger.
And I know
the way is full
of branches and stones.
Each time
I try to move,
I stumble over
the clutter in my heart.
I don't even know
where I am
or how I got here.
I'm lost.
The only thing
I'm sure of
is that
you'd like to
claim me
for you
for all time,
while I'm
merely trying
to find my way home.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
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