The Uncertainty of Humanity

Be silent. Listen. Don’t make a sound.

Without your sound, the world still goes ‘round.

Unaware of your inaction, unconcerned with your peace.

Speak if you choose, but we all must sleep—one day, for all eternity

I, you, we—all fear different things.

The sea, a bee, or just things we cannot see.

Yet we all fear our continued existence is not a certainty.

We can’t live indefinitely.

Even tomorrow may never come to be.

My hands, my mind, my humanity cannot stand the test of time.

This silence, this fear, this uncertainty—fuels my quest for identity.

To cast off the shackles of normality.

But we are all born the same—with two eyes and a mouth.

So I must distinguish myself by my poetry.

Words hit the page--scribble and scratch.

The world after these words will never be the same.

My individuality, existing in the spaces between these lines.

My thoughts, my words, my poetry—now a reality.

For the whole world to see.