Tangled Lines
What strange and shifting tides these days reveal,
A month that cracked and turned me inside out.
The world once clear is now a spinning wheel,
A storm of thoughts, of purpose tinged with doubt.
I chased a truth, convinced it was my own,
A path laid out, a future etched in stone.
But shadows gathered where I thought light shone,
And voices whispered what I’d left unknown.
I sought escape, a space to breathe, to write,
Not knowing that the world would pull me in.
The speed of light can’t mend the loss of sight,
No coin, no friend, can fix what lies within.
Yet now I stand, uncertain but awake,
The tangled line of thought’s my soul’s own stake.
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About this Poem
“Tangled Lines” traces the inner unraveling that comes when life’s certainty gives way to chaos. A month once full of clarity begins to fray, revealing the fragility of identity, direction, and self-trust. In a voice that questions and steadies at once, the poem captures the quiet disorientation of chasing a truth that slips just out of reach—only to discover that the mess might be the message. It is a meditation on self-doubt, the weight of expectation, and the slow work of waking up.
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