Left am I

to wander aimlessly

amidst

a mind of 

utter confusion and chaos.

One decision-

many voices with 

different thoughts.

A mind of confusion:

 of chaos.

Which voice is mine?

Wandering from

thought to thought:

Grasping onto what

faith is left...

slowly losing faith.

Hold onto faith

my child...hold on.

Order exists 

amidst chaos.

Through these eyes 

is a soul

wandering amidst its own

self -doubt

questioning everything.

Written © Sarah Fiack

April 1998