The Uncertainty of The Soul

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib

Valleys of gold and an abyss of silver

 I should face everything heads on;

Oh, but then why at the thought of failure I I shiver?

The decision, after all, is mine.

The stars I see in the night sky is how I so dearly wish to shine 

“A waste of talent and intelligence “as they said

My moods are bit sour; the bouquet of irises on table is dead.

The skies are grey, but that's quite fine.

If I quit now what that be a foolish decision of mine?

 I should at least try first and later weep.

Then, why do I wish to retreat?

I do not let any negativity creep.

Then, why is the feeling in my heart so bittersweet?

 I feel so confused;

 But I push forward to have my potential proved.

 I look at the future ahead of me, which is oh so divine.

So, if I give up now, would it really be fine?

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib