My moon sittin' pretty in Libra

Keepin’ me caught in the dance of indecision

graceful yet frustratingly uncertain

I used to believe I was unwavering

sure of what I wanted and why

but lately, every choice feels weighty

like a scale tipping between fate and hesitation

Is this what a loss of confidence looks like?

a constant second-guessing

a quiet doubt creeping in where certainty used to live

The real question, though, is why I ever let someone else define me when I’ve always known who I am

Ah, there it is—trauma, lingering like a shadow, sewing itself into my thoughts

I feel both underwhelmed and overstimulated

The world is so noisy

disconnected from my own mind and I hate to admit that

Am I a leaf, carried by the wind?

or am I rock, coddled by the ground

Or maybe I’m a cloud—

drifting, shifting, raining when i see fit

Its true, I move with the current

but I won’t bend for just anything

Ugh, its never ending up here