Tangled
Because of all of them
I am a tangled mess
Internally, threads plunge in every which way
painfully bruising my heart
my thoughts
my stomach
my soul
My heart aches, for I feel little love
and that I deserve for all I have done wrong
for the other hearts I may have shattered
My thoughts are scrambled like a plate of eggs
and that I caused all on my own
with over-thinking, under-thinking, but rarely logically thinking
My stomach turns like a dryer, full of clothes, on speed
because I cannot seem to release all the guilt I feel
all the guilt for my terrible past and my current decisions
My soul is only a cloud of confusion
for it is battling whether or not it is or shall be condemned
which for all the chaos I have caused, I have earned
Now, only to untangle myself
to have my heart healed with love
to have my thoughts cleared with blessed knowledge
to have my stomach uncurl with certainty
to have my soul become clear with making everything right
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