Navigating Uncertainty
Blocked passages all around,
locked doors,
paths cut off by trees,
a river flowing into a lake,
the Sunday morning breeze.
I hug the silent hush
of my uncertain mind,
my thoughts rush without a beat,
crushing me to my knees.
I try to whisper words of ease,
"Take your time,
a deep breath too,
things will get better,
there is no need to rush."
© Her Poetic Journey
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