Here's one of my own....


Uncertain

Scattered
In dry desert land
Will I ever take root,
find what I thirst for,
find the light that fills my needs?

I've been thrown
carelessly into the wind
not knowing if I will be ok,
if I will get lost among the torny tumble weed
that roll and roll and roll
from one flat desolate place to another

A small seed uncertain
tentative among the future...
this is all I am
Am I small enough to hope?
Or am I too far gone in this uncertainity?