confusion I am
Confucius, a wise man
has no words of wisdom for me

pulled in too many directions
my head spins that much faster
tired of my second guesses
when will I know my heart
I've waited patiently
clarity never knocked at my door

ready to take the next step
I falter as my toes catch
shuffle back to where I was
my discontent an invisible cloak
weighing me down
sinking into the ground

I reach up and grab your hand
held by strong arms
my feet follow each other
one after the other
slow baby steps
tentative and wobbly
lead my way

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