Posted in Poems, thoughts

Uncertainty(1.18.17)

Tally marks with my blue ink

record how many times I have dreamt

of a living life far from the fingers of fear.

What is it that calls,

that lures me into doubt’s worry wrought lair?

Bitter and brutal is the sting of uncertainty.

Unknown to us all, future, most crippling to me,

to know that I will never know what will be

wil be

but a mystery to me until its hour strikes.

 

Do I dare to enter this world

with such fears for what is to come,

weighed down,

yet so open to all the universe has for me.

Paradox of a youthful heart,

I have seen more than I was dealt,

more than I was prescribed

in this haste to question mark existence.

Drenched in ink,

perchance the adventure, the eagerness of it all

shall blot out my worry written

tally marks that tally to nothing

in the face of everything.

 

-Eva M.M.

 

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts with me in the comments below.

“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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