Writing

Couldn't sleep- too busy having a breakdown. Here's what came of it:

Uncertainty is loss, certainty is the key

If I am not certain, what is there for me?

This feels like chaos, no stability

What is my problem with possibility?

I’d rather convince myself of a lie

Than live in a world where I don’t know why

When I find a solution, I let out a sigh.

If I can’t find truth, I won’t even try.

Stuck in a box that I put myself into

Where everything that I know must be true.

I could go around in circles with you

And convince myself there’s no more I could do.

But living this way hasn’t gotten me far,

Not one open door, not even ajar.

My internal dialogue, she likes to spar,

Even with every existing scar.

Shut off, closed down, is that really what I want?

Infinite possibilities a taunt?

The life I could build, my future it daunts.

Perhaps it’d be wise to instead let it flaunt.

Take a walk for a day in possibility’s shoes,

Leave behind certainty’s blues,

And see that when open, there’s nothing to lose.

There is only gain, a life I could choose.

Certainty is loss, uncertainty is the key

I am no longer certain, so what is there for me?

I’m embracing the chaos, to hell with stability

Where can I go with possibility?