Confusion

My mind is lost as I emerge,
From rooms, rooms turned around,
Things missing as I stand, somewhere,
I pause for the ground to settle.

One lone figure gives me assurance,
That I am not lost, yet I feel lost,
Not scared but lost in a fog of uncertainty,
Should I laugh, should I cry, be afraid?

I search myself for wounds but find none,
I look around for a threat but see none,
Let me rest a minute and I will recover,
Lay down, breath, rest for a minute.

I rise relieved, improved, reassured,
Though a degree of confusion remains,
Like final curls of disappearing smoke,
My eyes follow but the smoke is gone.