Future’s Fear

The future holds no certainties
Taunts with wild absurdities
Until there’s a sense of urgency
And it all feels like an emergency
 
I’m left frozen in the dark
Running after a crazy lark
Chasing a dream like its my mark
And I’m left to ask should I embark
 
On this unsure journey?
Will I prove worthy?
Or should this all concern me?
Or is this needless worry?
 
My heart races against the clock
Sweat beads like bullets from a glock
Has opportunity truly knocked?
Or am I reeling from failure’s shock?
[Image from Unspash. Photo taken by Sasha Freemind.)

Three Parts

I was a child,
Reckless and wild.
Free to create,
Love or hate.
 
I am unknown,
A mystery of my soul.
A part of past,
A mold to be cast.
 
I will be…
Me?
Cracked, but Strong,
Will to carry on.
A writer with ink,
Who refuses to sink.
A wife with a dream,
A hope that gleams.
 
I mean, who knows?
I feed my fires,
Hold on to my wishes,
Cherish my desires.
 
But I don’t know
More than anyone else.
I’ll fight to that future image,
And I will see for myself.