The Sadness With The Light Of Hope

uncertain future

An uncertain future lies ahead of me,
I despise uncertainty.
I detest not knowing what’s to come,
I despise the word "failure,"
And mourn the possibilities that slipped away.

I have always been the average one,
The one teetering on the borderlines—
Of success and failure,
Of triumph and despair.
I despise the thought of being unsuccessful.

Yet, I cannot stop myself from thinking—
What if I’m labeled a failure?
A disappointment, a burden, a shame?
Am I pathetic for dwelling on the chances I missed,
For clinging to the dreams I let fade?

Still, my journey continues.
I walk with fear in my heart,
Afraid of fate,
Afraid of wrong turns,
Afraid of falling back.
Failure looms ahead,
While success feels distant,
The road before me is clear yet fraught with challenges.
I hesitate to leap,
Afraid to crash, afraid to fall.

Why should fear define me?
Why should I be branded a disappointment?
Why should my efforts amount to nothing?
Why must the future remain uncertain?
Why am I mocked for what I lack?
And what if I fail?
These unanswered questions leave me restless.

I seek answers.
A cure of my fear.
I give my best,
Striving to steer my fate toward success.
Yet doubts persist,
Clouding my resolve,
Filling me with fear.

Then I realize—
Success and failure are not opposites
But borderlines we navigate.
Failure must be celebrated,
A backward step necessary for a leap ahead.
It is not the end but a passage.

Now I choose to perceive it differently.
Each fall, each stumble, each delay
Builds the foundation for a brighter way.