Ansia and Speranza

Tomorrow, again tomorrow

Creeping the fear within

Unknown of the next minute

Increases the anxiety within.

Words words words

Question the decisions made

Still the crave for the rigidness

Only wavers me a bit

Standing tall like a tree

Despite not knowing  what next

Striving forward with trust

Not just me but a lot more.

Am I fragile

Weak minded or indecisive

Even with the thorns

The pillar is still as strong as a bark.

This too shall pass

A mantra that's been repeated

Everything falls in place

Just as it always have been.