Tied words

This morning my words are tied

as uncertain winds sweep my heart

Did I betray others

by throwing their gifts away

does that mean

I have lost their love

I regret the past

out of fear of the future

I doubt what I did

because I still do not love entirely

I remember scenes

instead of focusing

on the now

on my true love

and that throws me out of focus

but now I write down my doubts

I let the morning sun

burn and dissipate them

like mist from a damp valley

drying up the soil

and warming the forest