It Is
in the unlikely Shadows
of Ambiguity
Your Rest is found
*
After the Struggle
That Is;
*
after kicking and screaming
in the Face of uncertainty’s
formless Fog
Exhaustion creeps, loosens,
eases the Armor
allows it to Shift
slip, slide, Until
Thrown Aside
a Naked and hesitant Rise ensues
*
there being nothing
to Fight, there is Nothing
to lose
*
the fog drapes
in Greys
comforting the bewildered
heart
mindful that certainty
is not a goal
but a fleeting outcome
if at all
*
the goal would be
to proceed here,
now,
in the moment
*