
The unknown is before me.
the past is behind me, each awaits.
to find painful growth in these changes.
will I ever find the answer and the purpose of now.
you cannot have it all–
I cannot have imaginary fear of bright vulnerability.
I cannot have the ambitiousness of large accomplishment.
I cannot have the satisfaction of intellectual awareness.
What if I cannot touch the sensitive core of myself.
the longing for connection has to survive on the “either” and “or” equation.
Do not you understand my rich desires for life giving love,
Will I have to give up my rich desire for truth?
Does creativity divide me from knowledge.
I am tore in my vulernability to life’s winds.
Will life’s choices and ambitions break me.
Those unknowns haunt me day and night.
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