The uncertainty lingers

It ebbs and flows like a Cape Cod wave

Sometimes settling into the background

But never disappearing

 

"I understand," you say

"I get it"

The silhouette of reassurance

The shadow of support

 

These words, however pure,

are as false as the 1st January sun

 

To understand would be to feel

The daily funeral

Inside my body

 

To be unable to complete

the one job I've been forever longing for

 

That's a fear

that you will never know