Poetry as a solace

 

I fear the unknown
What I cannot envisage and control
I fear I might remain here
stuck in a life where happiness is but a fleeting moment
trapped in a world where all is not as it seems
lost in indifference as tolerance becomes me
which becomes my most harnessed skill
with a plastered smile, I move around
with screwed up insides that fears me not actualizing my dreams

Poetry is my solace; I pray you to find yours.