Unsure

Sometimes the ground I am standing on

Feels so unsure

Sometimes I feel so insecure

As the being in me quakes

With the fear of making a mistake

Or feeling the weakness of

My soul’s deliberation

Sometimes complete isolation

Or hibernation

Feels the safer bet

In a world where each passing impulse

Followed

So often led to ruin

And then sometimes

It is only when the complete foundation

Utterly disappears

That life feels most real

And I find my true soul

Home again

Here within the open field

Of a far far clearer understanding