A Little Less Confusion

I heard you today a little.

Not from your mouth but another.

I think, though,

It was what you wanted me to hear.

It wasn’t a wave

Breaking on my head

Or a fire in my heart.

I didn’t weep,

and my eyes barely glistened.

But, I think you began to answer some of my questions.

It’s not heart, and it’s not head.

It’s a process of neither

Feeling nor Thinking.

It’s a wearing down,

Not of my defenses,

But of my identity.

And I think I’m okay with that.

I’m not sure of who I am anyway.

Only who I want to be,

And that is subject to change.

After all, I’m still a little confused.