Corner of Myself

Joy and sorrow melt to one.
Trickling through my soul,
I'm emotionally unsure.
The best I've known
Awaits me in the worst possible scenario,
And yet I stubbornly watch.
When's the happy ending?
I'm God's toy.
Teased and tormented
I ask only for blessings in return.
These twisted times breed uncertainty.
Sick with sadness
And jumping for joy,
I curl into this corner of myself.
I weep.
Do I dare run to the flames,
And trust in fate to see me through?
Confussion.

~CM