In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Guilt that Haunts Me”

Uncertainty

by Katisha Deacon

Anticipating
Wondering where to go,
What to do?
How do you live in question,
Live in constant fear of who
You are
Despite the comforting words
A soothing affection
Still feeling lost and a sense
Of not belonging.
Look into my eyes
Tell me, do you see
What I feel?
Look in my face
Do you see the past tears that once
Rolled down my cheek?
My eyes display the hidden
Chains.
The steel bars
The loud screams
The emptiness
The echoes bouncing
Against the silent room
Screaming
Let me out, let me go
But can you see?
The thing dying within
Me.

“For each day is but a numbered chance.” ~ theinflectionpoint.net