A Mind Caught in Between....
Walking the tightrope of uncertainty
Stuck in between—
endless questions circling my mind.
What’s next?
What should not be next?
Should I follow my own path,
or the one laid out before me?
The future—
is it mine to shape
or already written beyond my lifetime?
Doubt whispers:
What if it doesn’t work?
What if I fail?
What if the cost is too high—
not just for me, but for those I love?
What if this path is too steep,
too uncertain to walk alone?
Some say I overthink.
But dreams—they call me louder.
Dreams of freedom, of purpose, of becoming.
Dreams of a life built on my own terms.
The people, the expectations, the fears—
they surround me,
yet my heart still searches for a way forward.
Questions haunt me,
a restless tide that never stills.
I wake each day gasping for clarity,
but for every answer I find,
a hundred more arise.
Will I ever be free of these doubts?
Or are they the price of chasing dreams?
Still—questions remain........
About the Creator
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
Comments (1)
As an overthinker with so much of doubts, this was so relatable. Loved your poem!