image from dreamstime.com
poem submitted to "Pick A Title" poetry contest, Edward Ibeh, sponsor, May 16, 2026.
Existential uncertainty arrives like a question older than the body carrying it~ a quiet inquiry rising from the marrow’s dim archive, asking “what does it mean to move through a world that never stops shifting?” Light tries to reason with shadow, but shadow answers with yet another riddle, reminding me that clarity is just a temporary visitor and doubt is the more faithful companion. Some days the self feels fixed, a point on a map I can almost name; other days it dissolves into a constellation of maybes, each star a possibility I cannot fully claim. And still~ something in me listens for the logic beneath the chaos, the tenuous geometry of purpose obscured in the noise. I step anyway, realizing the path is shaped as much by my questions as by my steps, understanding the unknown is not my enemy but a horizon. Uncertainty remains, it becomes my teacher~ one that asks me to live without definitive answers, to let meaning be something I participate in rather than discover.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
