Thought it was appropriate to think about my own uncertainties as I work on this month’s poetry.
Uncertainty, the only certainty. Whether tomorrow will ever be Whatever yesterday was, Neither contain certainty, Only the uncertainty of dreams. Turn your fears to Dragons. Let them spread their wings, And fly into the storm, unnamed. Glide with the currents in your face. Sail the mysteries of the ages, Alone, uncertain, embracing the unknown.
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