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A Poem About Uncertainty
What do you do when your spirit feels unrest?
When it toils back and forth between decisions incomplete?
I wish I had the answers.
Though they may be embedded deep in my psyche, I’ve yet to conjure ways to unearth them.
My usual tactics seem to fail me.
The moments when I’m sure the path is clear, things change abruptly and leave me lost. My vision obscured.
Maybe it’s too much.
I recognize it’s not best for me to see everything, though I can’t help but remain curious. Is it that my Divine Court challenges me to follow the feeling more than the logic?
Feels like Mercury’s retrograde.
Guess that means feelings are facts.
Uncertainty breeds anxiety and honestly, there aren’t enough herbal remedies for the heaviness.
So…
I accept I do not always have “sight beyond sight” and move with unease. While I don’t always best manage the doubt, I’m faithful my Divine Army has my best interest.
Still…my spirit feels unrest.
Weak from toiling between the almost there, and the not quite.
*journal entry #2*
