There’s going to come a moment,
When your world is going to stop,
And the next minute, the next hour
The next day, week,
The next second is going to be of uncertainty.
Life is going to feel so fragile.
The idea of feeling hopeful feels like
A jynx, and there will be very little control of your own.
It’s the downfall, the dark clouds, and the questioning
That draws out courage, strength, and wisdom.
It’s the possibilities of the end that rearrange
Priorities and gives us perspective.
We’re usually not prepared for such moments,
We think it’ll never happen to us..
Until it does.
Then, we begin to live…
Because tomorrow isn’t promised.