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