"Unsure !!"

Of all the things I believed in
The last teardrop is all I am left with.
It insists on being with me.
The little pearl hesitates to fall
And my finger refuses to wipe it away.

Sometimes I imagine how it would be
To feel free
To enjoy the wind of joy blow past me
For a minute
That’s all I ask
I’m told miracles happen
But am tired of waiting
Tired of letting things be

I feel a numbness overwhelm me
Why don’t I feel the pain anymore
I know it’s there
I can still see the smoky vision of
A distant future
Will it be a better one
That I cannot tell
All I can do is
Hope it will last….