Bewildered Perplexed Confused …
Today is supposed to be packing day,
to get ready for the big move
to a new place of residence, a new home,
yet here I sit staring at the little mountain,
wondering what happened to me,
and why I am bewildered perplexed confused.
I feel the urge to cry out for help,
help to soothe my soul, my heart,
yet who do I reach out to now
I wonder, for I did reach out to
confirm my thoughts, my hopes,
and did not really get any encouragement.
I have faith in myself,
I always know within what are my truths
and am able to see what others do not,
I know when all is right in my life,
when something wished for is happening,
now I am bewildered perplexed confused.
Sure tis of my own making I cannot seem to
motivate myself to get up
and start working to organize my day,
to understand why I am feeling hurt and pain,
as if I just lost something very precious.
Is their any merit as to what is going on with me?
This I do not yet know,
I have to open my eyes, my mind,
and look again at all the words
which sent me to a glorious place,
as if a revalation enlightened my soul
and filled my heart with ever more love.
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns