Staring into a future unknown.
Longing for a glimpse.
A glimpse of what may be.
Decisions have been made.
Why is it so hard.
Even when they stare you in the face.
Second guessing is second nature.
We guess too much and don’t do enough.
Never fear the future.
Even when uncertain what it holds.
Stay true to yourself.
Yourself will then be gold.
**As a young child, of age 12, I started writing poetry as a means to cope with various troubles in my life. Today, as I face challenges yet again, I turn to poetry writing in hopes for resolution and inner peace.