Sometimes we do not know where we are headed,
or whether it is even the right direction.
We look for signs,
we ask for directions from passerby’s,
only to be told their viewpoints,
unsure if it applies to our current situation.

Why are we so unsure of ourselves,
question our every step,
or swing completely to the opposite end,
pretending to boast self confidence,
while the scared cat,
arches its back,
|in the dark, bleak corner of our inner heart,
shivering with fear,
fear of being found,
called out as fake?

Nothing is certain,
nothing is guaranteed.
Even the truth we seek through others,
through the institutions past who have upheld dignity, honor,
now in shambles,
desolate without an ounce of remembrance of times gone by.

But we do not need to identity with any of this,
for our truth,
our self worth,
our way of being and living,
is within our selves.
Even if we may not know what tomorrow will bring,
we have today,
and that is all we need,
to make the difference we seek.