A Point

I’ve reached a point.

A point

where I don’t know

where I am,

where I am going

or what my purpose is.

At this point

I feel useless,

worthless,

and stuck.

When I try to take one step forward,

I take two steps back.

A net movement

of not moving forward.

Not moving on

from this point.

This point

in which I feel like I am floating,

feel like I am lost,

and want to be found.

Found

by who,

or what,

or when.

I don’t know.

Because this is the point

where my confusion

traps me.

Entangled

in the vines of my thoughts.

So I must remain at this point.

This point I’ve reached.

And cannot escape.