Across that difficult decade,
I struggled with this confusion.
I emerged victorious,
Sure of my identity,
And found the courage to face those pure.
Then she came,
And threw my person back down into the miry bog,
Trapping me back in that maelstrom of indecision and vehement self-denial.
People say that love is a beautiful feeling,
That it chases away all doubts and sustains the weak at heart.
But the love i feel doesn't.
It guts me with its strength and befuddles me with its incoherence.
