I sit here unsure. 

 

Furture Uncertain.

 

I hate waiting, not knowing. Feeling

obscured

unaware

scared

alone. 

 

A tear

running down the face

of someone who has become cold with time. 

 

The frost on their face

comes from the difficulty of their current day. 

They are frozen

in time

because they are 

alone

scared

unaware 

obscured. 

 

I just want to know 

what is going to happen. 

 

Will it all work out?

Or will not only

the tear shed

in fear

be frozen on their face, 

but their heart too. 

 

For a frozen heart

makes no further progress.