when I’m in anguish
and uncertain. I’ve been hurting
and confused. These days I sing
the blues. I don’t know which
way things will go. I blow hot and
cold. First, it’s on. Then it’s off. I’m turned
more times than a doorknob. I don’t know
which direction I’m headed in. I’ll stay here
for now, till I sort it out. My body will tell
me when the time is ready. And I will trust in
my gut to get me out of this rut. No one
likes staying stuck.