If I Lost Track

I am evanescent, I have doubts. I am jaded under gray clouds. Want to pass you through, yet uncertainty holds me in blue. I know for once you are a help! But why my psyche is uncertain? Is there a triumph or loss of hope? Still, part of me yells “take it and keep going.” Your longitude posits fears and trepidations Your stance says, “You should not fear” Grant me a lucent hope as I cross over your trace. Should I stop at the middle, console me with sagacity. Until, I steadfastly arrived at the end of this prophecy.