Conscience

Sleepless nights of tossing and turning wonder what if or what for, even why not. Battling decisions far from reach or just a breath away. Casting doubt to be trampled and buried under glass; where it is seen and still lies within reach. Head pounds with thoughts; not giving in, not relenting, or leaning this way or that. Voices cry out with confusion that builds and packs a swollen brain to shut down. Escape has no chance to override the conscience act. What impels the mind to split and pull one way or another? What creates the thought of right or wrong, of good or evil to overpower the heart to decide last and for all, what to do? Who or what whispers softly in your ear guiding your steps to take the right road? MOTHER… Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey