Confusion Poem by Paul Gottselig

Confusion



This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. My Scorsh Muffin.
Sometimes life can be confusing, thanks for making things clear for me. I appreciate it more than words can say.

I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do.
My mind is a hurricane of mixed feelings and emotions.
Life seems to pass me by in this rush of confusion.
There are times when I feel so many things.
Frustration, despair, guilt, depression.
Then there are times when I feel nothing.
Just a dark empty shell.
What do I do when I can’t let these feelings out?
Honestly, the only thing I can do is push it all aside.
Bottle it down. Lock it away and never look at it again.
Some might say that too much confusion in one’s life
might have a negative impact, that could lead to
some serious problems or complications.
People who say that have yet to experience these, “complications.”
Your whole life can turn upside down in a heartbeat.
Before you know it, everything you love and care for can
disappear into a downward spiral of chaos and disaster.
Who do I turn to in these times of confusion?
When my life seems misshapen and out of place.
Like broken fragments of a shattered mirror,
each piece reflecting some ill fated incident or unfortunate mishap
that has occurred at some point in my life.
Yet it all points to the truth.
And the truth is, when you put the pieces together,
the confusion becomes clear.
The fog is lifted, and I can finally see why I was
so confused in the first place.
The answer is, I simply didn’t know how to handle these feelings.
I spent so much time focusing on all the bad things in my life,
that I forgot to think about the good things as well.
Joy, laughter, happiness, love.
Just because there are more things wrong in my life than right,
doesn’t mean the good things aren’t there.
It just means there a little harder to see.
One of the greatest feelings of all,
is knowing that you are my friend and more.
That you are that missing piece of my life that helps keep me going.
When things get tough, and my confusion arises,
all I have to do, is remember that you will always be there.
And to me, that is the most comforting feeling in the world.
I guess all I can say now is, thank you. For everything.
And don’t forget, I’ll always be there for you too.
The only other thing I want you to know, is that I love you.
With all of my heart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success