Confusion is the only word I have
for this moment,
Confusion to the point where
my mind feels broken,
Like all of my beliefs and foundations
have been stolen,
It has taken over me and owned it.
I only know how to pray,
Even though I doubt anyone can hear,
even though it feels like all that I am
is lifted up in hope and falls back in despair.
I don't flatter myself that
I have it all figured out,
I don't even know if I believe what I believe, but just because I have my doubts doesn't mean that I should flee this scene for something easy.
I have been in the state of tension for two days, my stomach has twisted in ways
I never knew possible.
And all I have to hold on to is confusion.
SK
