How Sure Can This Be

”It may not be what I want It may end up just like the last one Not even sure he is the one Staying back seems my only level ground” The struggle between desire and certainty Is now fiercer than once conceived Toughened by whispering experiences Hopping out from the now disquieted heart Shadows of the past once buried deep down Reawakened and vividly hunting Now you are about to cross that bridge And avoid the river in whose depths you almost drowned Hiding since then within your safe shell Makes you feel secured and warm in the cold night. Sun rays now beaming seem to catch your eyes But you can’t but quiver at the thought of the scotching sun. This thing has eaten up you till the plate became so empty. Seen so happy and friendly yet no remedy. But you can’t continue to starve for fear of poison. You have to take that step even when you see no landing. Then only will you experience the freedom of trust, The joy in risks and the relief an extra hand can bring. Don’t forget, the proof of the pudding is in the eating It is now left for you to pick a cutlery.