To the Death of Uncertainty

I sit in this therapy room.

All alone, yet in tune.

Full of desolation and gloom.

Because of uncertainty.

The kids play outside.

Oh God, they look so alive.

Yet, I feel I'm in a bind.

Because of uncertainty.

I see a bird eat.

From the window above my seat.

I feel good because they look neat.

But then, uncertainty.

I do not know when I will die.

It could be sooner than baking a pie.

All I know is that I'm 28, and I'm alive.

Yet, I still have uncertainty.

I want to live one hundred years.

To make an impact, to fight my fears.

I want to make you so happy, you shed some tears.

And yet, I have so much uncertainty.

They say most people with this only live a year.

But here I am, two years later, with the restless energy of a deer.

I feel so alive, yet I struggle with fear.

The fear of uncertainty.

I could get sick, any day, and die

I think from a pulmonary embolism, don't ask me why.

But even when I'm still alive.

Uncertainty

I want to help.

But I'm stuck on the shelf.

Worrying, I can't live long, with the wrong cards dealt.

All because of Uncertainty.

Maybe I should make a friend.

And stick together,

Make each day count without feeling dread.

I might be friends with uncertainty.

But, then I think, what would that do?

Making uncertainty like my walking shoes.

Telling me what to do.

Only uncertainty.

It's only then, when I remember advice.

That wanting control, is my only vice.

I should trust in God, that should be nice.

And become friends with uncertainty.

Thank you!