Unknown Terrain

Brined voids surround my already bounded vision, throwing me headlong into confusion and disarray. Hesitation in what may be the next correct course is what has landed me, and with much despair, in this current crisis of identity. It is also what keeps me still. This sea of doubt, once touched by the poet Alighieri, drowns my senses, casts my sails of logic askew and all at once sends my fluttering mind into a turmoil so grand as to take the attentive and oblivious alike. Oft in mesmeric trance, the soaked foundation upon which I stumble offers none but fleeting moments of blessed relief. The rotten cored planks creak and shudder with the shifts and contemplations of my psyche, and I feel as though one misstep or overreach will drop me into a depth not easily realized. And, I fear. Oh do I fear. I fear that will be the end. The end of a great many precious jewels which have hitherto been forgotten, discarded, and altogether scorned. I fear that I will not be mourned, or that I will but be it with half of heart. I am surrounded by unknown terrain.