Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Never is
it nothing.
Emptiness
takes on a shape.
Malignant depth
bereft of benevolence,
sensuously
insensitive,
it fills the space
it is allowed.
A void.
A voice,
as easily
as it is given,
it can be
taken away.
Within its ambiguity
there may be hope.
04/08/2021 j.g.l.