It’s hard to breathe,
Hard to formulate a thought.
What to say?
What to omit?
Whether to cry?
Half-baked possibilities fall before my eyes,
None worth serious thought.
Unable to find the light.
Unsustainable, unfulfilling life.
Fear. Doubt. Uncertainty.
Hope of a distant light, too far to believe in.
Sometimes our head and our heart disagree.