Often Into Uncertainty

Often I feel as though I haven’t lived life;

Often people successfully surprise me;

Often I look at a pigeon with wonder;

Often I feel there is no worth in life.

Often wonder where I was before mortality;

Often wonder where I will go after death;

Often wish I had someone by my side;

To help me bear, with this sad uncertainty.

Often a ray of sunshine out of smudge;

Pops up and gets drowned quickly in darkness;

Often a few flowers get thrown at me;

Only to change into thorns at my touch.

Darkness has descended again scornfully;

Am walking through it with courage and hope;

Someday soon at least, this journey will be over;

Death will hold my hand, bring about certainty.