I sit in a puddle of uncertainty.
All around me, water seeps in,
taking me under its weight, devouring all that I am.
My thoughts are blank.
What clarity I once held,
seems to have vanished.
Try as I might, I grasp what small moments of visions I once had.
Of the dreams I told, felt, promised, of myself,
For myself.
How hard it is to forge ahead.
How simple life is, yet so hard it has become.
I am the key.
I am the lock.
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