Uncertainty (a poem).

I am not sure what comes next.
The good dream can sometimes turn bad.
Perhaps I’m paranoid like that.
The sound of the other shoe falling…
not yet dropping.

Why the rain and not the Sun shine?
why sorrow instead of joy?
A little light shines brighter than the shadows
exposes the lies, tears down the facade.
still the shoe is falling…

The color bleeds into the nightmare
casting shapes of deep blues in shadowed corners
the burden weighs heavy on shoulders unfit
laces, untied float in the air
my feet have hit the floor
and though I do not know what comes next
I take a second step.