Memory Of Confusion Poem by Stuart Logan

Torn between a rock and a hard place,
I lay in my bed,
Wondering.
Pondering.
Thinking.
I am torn,
Stretched between the gravity of two twinkling stars,
Tearing me apart.
I cannot decide,
Who is for me,
When one option is so clear,
That it dazzles me,
Making me blind to both choices.
I am.
Who I am.
And Who I am,
Is love, compassion and empathy,
Yet I am envy, spite and wrath.
I am Sin, I am virtue.
I am Pride, I am Modesty.
I am Demon, I am Saint.
I am Devil, I am God.

They are women.
They torture inadvertantly.
They confuse unvoluntarily.
they are the very complexity of life itself,
Which is why it is so hard to decide.
Which one to love.