An old poem, revised recently and presented for your consideration. Your thoughts?
Cold threads of indecision wind me ’round.
Emotion races ahead of reason giving
no answers and allowing no conclusions.
All is confused, convoluted and hidden,
my least favorite form of lost.
The future tucked under the shadow of the present
I cannot find the lighted path.
Choices multiply like beads of dust on a capricious wind.
Things I could do,
But there are no clues as to
which is the right path.
True north hides in mists and
catastrophe lurks on every wrong turn.
The consequences of a misstep are
the cost too high to contemplate.
How do I move forward while I am
Thus blind? For the first time,
I am torn, terrified by the conviction
that doing the right thing may
more than love can pay, may damage
something I cannot repair
I am cursed
by my lack of vision,
hindered by a meager, first person perspective.
There is no one to ask for advice but God and
I fear His answer so
I shudder to ask the question and
except for my wailing mind.