Of Things Uncertain

Of feelings

Feelings are erratic

They have ways of coming upon you

And you have no idea of which way

They will come.

They can creep slowly

Filling you from head to toes

And you know it's coming

The inevitability. 

They can pounce on you 

All at once

Like a tidal wave

Carrying you away.

Then there are those

That are always with you

Sometimes covered

Sometimes exposed

Crushing everything else.

And there is no way of controlling any of this

And yet we all with try

To stop the creep, the pounce,

To erase the always present.

Still, there is the human condition

Try

Fail

Try again.

Author's Note

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