A Mind Caught in Between....
Walking the tightrope of uncertainty
Stuck in between—
endless questions circling my mind.
What’s next?
What should not be next?
Should I follow my own path,
or the one laid out before me?
The future—
is it mine to shape
or already written beyond my lifetime?
Doubt whispers:
What if it doesn’t work?
What if I fail?
What if the cost is too high—
not just for me, but for those I love?
What if this path is too steep,
too uncertain to walk alone?
Some say I overthink.
But dreams—they call me louder.
Dreams of freedom, of purpose, of becoming.
Dreams of a life built on my own terms.
The people, the expectations, the fears—
they surround me,
yet my heart still searches for a way forward.
Questions haunt me,
a restless tide that never stills.
I wake each day gasping for clarity,
but for every answer I find,
a hundred more arise.
Will I ever be free of these doubts?
Or are they the price of chasing dreams?
Still—questions remain........
About the Creator
Pandora’s Burden
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
By J. Otis Haasabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
As an overthinker with so much of doubts, this was so relatable. Loved your poem!