A mass of emotion roils about,
Yearning for clarity,
Closure.
But they fight as they swirl and dodge each other,
Each fighting for supremacy.
Like electrons around an atom,
I can't pin one long enough to identify it.

I try sorting through them,
Addressing them one by one.
But it's futile,
They're far too contradictory
For my fragile mind.
How can I know who I am,
If I don't know my thoughts?

I long for peace,
For an identity.
But too many worries pass through my head,
About this or that,
The endless what ifs like clouds against the sky.

I sleep.
I let my thoughts battle each other
Free of my interference.

And when I awake,
All is well.