“Uncertainty”

“Uncertainty”

Soft breezes gently lift
These old thin hairs on my head
Floating in slow motion

Fog rolls in quietly
The cunning wit of veiled doom
Or perhaps a false perception

Obscurity brings the anxious pangs
Unknown, why do you visit me?
Do you think
I do not know what lies beyond your pale?

Closing my weary eyes
I see beyond you
Your shroud has been torn away

Courage is not absent of fear
Moving forward
In spite of it