My Heart is Fixed, it is My Mind That Wanders. . .

What is true
what is real
what I see
or what I feel,
the questions burn
a crooked trail
though heart is strong,
mind is frail.

I straddle lines
that mark the way
one step,
which foot
will lead
today.

There good,
here bad
there in between
where I can see
what is not seen

imperfect human
lives in me
this my heart
knows perfectly.

©2016 Sharron R. McMillan