Uncertainty

Uncertainty is like a void; It gets filled with space for a moment and snow in another; It is like a gray day after a long summer.

Uncertainty is like a hushed thunder screaming deafness at a garden brimming with buds; It is like the calm before a fierce flood.

Uncertainty is like a pale sunset sky, with hues of yellow, orange and blue scattered over the horizon of the heart, waiting for tranquility and the dark; It is like a flickering bulb in a room with walls covered in interrogation marks.

Uncertainty is like a weary kite soaring in a sky blotted with burning clouds; It is like ploughing in the season of heat and drought.

Uncertainty is like a floating balloon filled with bubbles and paper boats; heading towards a sea coast covered with brambles, vines and hollies; It is like a melody lost in the cacophony of fright, dismay and agony.

Uncertainty is like a dense forest crowded with trees, branching out words and punctuation, rooted in question marks and extending high in the dark sky dotted with asterisks; It is like a rainbow stained with black ink.

Uncertainty is like smoke from a burning diary that extinguishes the ray of sunlight, piercing through a cracked window; It is like a day with no tomorrow.