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In a State of Bewilderment

Bewilderment is a place for the lost. A paradise for the broken and solitary. It is a contemporary realm of shadows wallowing in the darkness. A flock of confused ghosts seeking their identities.

Every now and then, they flee. Peering into the core of the woods, looming in blurry imagination, standing in between illusion, looking for a solution.

Peeling the skin off their face, wondering there might be something hiding underneath. Perhaps, a ravishing creation of art and beauty.

But, where would they rather be,
When they do not hold the key
Nor the answers to their query?
Bewilderment is both their hell and sanctuary.

"No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true."

— Nathaniel Hawthorne


A cloak covered the skin
Of a twenty-seven year old.
Down there he kept his toes
Clean and polished.
His frustrations were swept
In one stroke of his make-up.
Concealing his shy face,
Forming another identity.
Other days he preferred
Outside with his guitar,
Strumming the sound of his
Melodramatic self.
Plain and neat
On his shirt and jeans,
He feels himself.
But other times,
He stands
Behind the mirror
And asks,
“Who am I?”
I don’t know
What I am
Nor what I want.

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© 2019 Zoe Lee