Uncertainty

Don’t ask me where I’m going,

my destination is unknown,

would knowing,

do me any good?

Would it take away the anxiety?

The endless thoughts spiraling around my mind,

spinning faster and faster,

giving me nasuea.

Would it make my nights any easier?

Or would I lie awake in despair of what’s to come?

How am I supposed to navigate through this?

Any time I find something to hold onto

it’s forcefully taken from my hands,

and I’m back to floating above my fears,

one wrong move and they’ll pull me under again.

The only thing that I can do is try,

try my best to get out of this ocean of fear,

but it feels like the world’s against me,

the tide grows sronger,

threatening to drag me under.

One could say it already has:

mentally I’m drained,

emotionally I’m spent,

yet there’s a small ember

glowing faintly,

that still lives within me.