Haze

Am I blind to my intuition?

It tells me to run yet, here I stay.

Do the words I share self betray?

Right now, all I see is gray.

These past 6 months I’ve been caught in a never ending maze,

Hazy weeping eyes and piercing white lies,

There is nowhere for me to go.

As a ship traverses an enraged sea,

These tidal waves crash over,

And over,

And over me; Suffocatingly.

Grace is a beautiful thing,

But should it be this costly?

What if I don’t have it in me to wait and see.

Is there more to this than meets the eye?

As my feet remain in place, I cannot help but debate,

Has all my dreaming lead me astray?

Am I blind to my intuition;

What an unsettling position, I find myself in.