Uncertainty

It is holds back the light to

Block the good that I might feel.

Just beneath the calm, knowing,

Glassy surface, it waits for

The blunder it knows will come.

I can push it away, and open,

Just wide enough,

The door to self,

So that I

Can think, maybe

I am whole, complete.

It takes me time to wrestle the

Gate, to shut it tight

So one more time

I come close to right.

I roughly push Uncertainty

Away, so it can’t, and won’t, join up

Safe places, though, I

Only visit, never asked to stay

Lexie wyman