Uncertainty

Is questioning

A part of my growth

Or my demise

Where have I been?

Where am I going?

Where am I now?

What do I do?

Who am I?

How do I live?

Madness

Or clarity

What is this uncertainty?

A bridge to understanding

Or quicksand

I feel so lost

Again...

Always?

Do I always feel this way?

Underneath?

Inside?

Or is there strength somewhere in there

Knowledge

Purpose

Intention

Why can't I grasp

Truth

It slips through my fingers

Like a fistful of sand

It slips from my mind

Like the item I forgot at the grocery store

It slips from my eyes

Just outside of my periphery

So I close my eyes

And search for truth