Spiritual Confusion

I fear I've become jaded
and am no longer open
my light has faded
my transmitters are broken
               thoughts lacking direction
               just wandering about
               looking for intention
               yet finding only doubt
emotions lacking cause
searching for a purpose
digging with their claws
creating a bigger fuss
               in a state of shock
               my mind is currently existing
               reasoning seems to mock
               and knowledge is resisting
advice from my heart
and messages from my soul
luckily, intuition's  too smart
to abandon its goal
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Wanter Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 6:24 PM
So accurately reflecting that time of doubting. Sometimes I find I'm trying too hard and have to "Let it be," for I know He is understanding and will not let me go.
Sands Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 5:07 PM
Very well done Christy. I like the ending too. :)
Wolf Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 5:06 PM
I enjoyed this poem, Christy! Mostly because I can relate to it so much! The word "Spirit" comes from Latin Spiritus, meaning "Breath" I find it interesting the roots of words.
Downing  Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 5:02 PM
Christy, I feel like we are in the same boat. Trap in there and can't swim to shore. But I have faith that we will come out of it one day and fly with wings of freedom of joy. Great poem, I enjoyed it. Hugs :)
Green Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 4:51 PM
We all have the freedom to believe what we want to believe though internally those beliefs can sometimes be questioned. Good luck in your journey Christy. Once again, an awesome poem.
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