Hope Rising Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Steep mountains, deep canyons, culminating in my mind as I try to figure out where to go from here.
Is there an up side to all this? If so, where do I begin?
Feelings are mixed, jumbled, confused, trying to unravel themselves, looking for the shortest possible route to do this.
Tangled thoughts wrap themselves around my mind and heart, strangling me from the inside out.
Spirit-filled, hope rising inside, helping me to smile in spite of it all.