Uncertain

A wind of uncertainty is fogging up my mind

Making my bones shutter and my eyes blind.

I feel stuck, isolated, in my own body confined.

I’d turn back, but I know there’s nothing left behind -

Only the unknown things of the future remain for me to find.

I yearn for things beyond my reaching hope -

A hug, a promise, a little more than just cope.

I’m blue again, sliding down on life’s slope,

I need to wake up, to put an end to my time of mope.

The sun might be up, or the moon be in its place

Nothing changes, I still have the same hope to face.

Too many thoughts, I get lost in my mind’s space -

I try to face the real, but I’ve got my dreams to chase,

And I don’t seem able to be doing it with grace.