I found this poem in a folder from my childhood. This poem speaks of how I perceived confusion as a child.
Confusion is the dark gray of a stormy sky
It sounds like the crying of starving children
The taste is of stale crackers
And the smell of a salty sea
An evil curse upon a prince I see
Confusion makes me feel as if the world
Has turned against me
I think that confusion in many ways feels the same to me today as it did to me as a child. Confusion can stem so many more emotions in our lives. It creates frustration, doubt, and sometimes even anger. As adults, we like to control the things and experiences we have in our lives, and confusion steals that power from us. I have learned that confusion also has its purpose though. It leads us to discovery, to lessons that need to be learned. Confusion can push us to look deeper into a situation, to see larger meanings. I am learning to take steps back when I find myself enveloped in confusion. I try to look at the situation as an opportunity to learn and to grow, asking myself what do I need to know that I do not know now. Confusion does not mean we have failed, it means there is more to know, more to understand.