Confusion
The dark is so prevalent,
so pure and unrelenting,
that you are unsure
whether this light you see
is dawn
or dusk.
About this poem
A while back I had a particularly bad bout of bronchitis, and I slept. Oh how I slept, and with each waking I had no idea if it were night or day. There are other times too, when life is so up and down that you are never sure which way you are going. And you just hang on for the ride, hoping the light will show the way.
The picture, by the way, is of a sunset, taken from atop the quarry across from my house.
Tom
Quarry House 
Tom, your poems say so much to so many. Especially to me at times, some more than others. Some I just have no words to describe how they make me feel. Life is complicated in these flesh bodies at times. We struggle everyday to find happiness and joy, we fight to keep from being hurt, or feeling the loss of a loved one. But each obstacle we clear makes us stronger and wiser, for the most part. I look so forward to your poems every day. Thank you!
Thank you for your kind words. Knowing my poems speak to people is the best reward, even more than the writing of then, which is part of my sanity.
I hope, in your complicated time, you find ways to bring yourself peace. Most of the time our obstacles make us stronger, but they can also defeat them if we don’t find something or someone to lean on in those tough times, A person, people, God. Sooner or later we will break and we need those others so much in those times.
Be blessed