Confusion

Confusion rains down hard, can’t reign it in.

Lost in the midst of self doubt and uncertainty.

Relentless.

Torrents of heavy flow flood my clear vision.

Tears at the edge of the bank, trying to build a bridge to overcome.

Pushed down, nose just above the surface.

Just above the surface.

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About dustforthedancers

Poet, creative, cultural and community seeder, feeder, maybe one day I'll be a leader. Of my own path at least...
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