Turning

about questioning your beliefs and realizing you have to think for yourself

Turning

Deserted in my head
Organizing the contents of this chest
When was I not blind or not being led?
To stand alone now, is a burden on my heart
I long for a voice to speak to me
That I might not think but act and
might not have to reconcile
with my own mind another day?
The thoughts are horrible,
Twisted,
Tangled
I have spun this web
Day by day
I must gather my strength
To push forth and
To cut the lines I have drawn
And build a heart once broken