The Uncertainty

I do not know what awaits me�"

perhaps ruin, perhaps revelation.
The days pass like strangers in fog,
and I shake hands with silence
because it is the only one who stays.

There is a quiet violence in not knowing�"
a slow unraveling of the self.
I am tired,
not from work, but from being.
Each breath feels borrowed,
each thought�"too loud, too hollow.

What if nothing matters?
What if everything does?
I teeter between despair and hope,
as if both are lies,
and the truth is something colder
beneath them.

But still, I wake.
Still, I walk.
Not because I believe in tomorrow,
but because even doubt
is a form of faith.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Uncertainty is the lifeblood of our tomorrows. I think if we knew the future the purpose of life would shift from discovery to perhaps something of a meaningless journey. Two schools of thought I suppose, but I would rather wake each morning in the certain knowledge that alongside routine, there is the spontaneity of that uncertainty.

A thought provoking poem.

Beccy.

[Dennis Wolf]

Existential weariness. Yes, I've been tired of it since I was a kid. Sometimes I think that physical existence is inherently and invariably a negative experience for sentient beings. It feels... Contrived, horrific, pointless... Well, actually, it is pointless in and of itself. The only thing resembling value is the subjective experience... That's why life is valuable..well, depending on whether or not you find your own life valuable... Arguably not the best justification, but it makes more sense than the god argument 😅
Well, I've grumbled on long enough, yea? 😁

[poetic swan]

Thank you for sharing something so raw and real.
I think a lot of us carry that kind of weariness, quietly.
Maybe writing is how we whisper to each other,
“I feel it too.”
You’re right—life’s meaning might not be in grand answers,
but in the small, strange, personal ones.
If my poem stirred that in you,
then I think it did what it was meant to do.
Grumble on anytime. I’m listening. 😌

[Dennis Wolf]

You're welcome 🙂

[aishhwaryaa]

Felt the pain, the stanza abt overcoming it was a powerful shift. Great job!

[poetic swan]

thanks. >