Mellifluous Murmurs

The Certainty of Uncertainty

You're running from the rubble

it doesn't know you

but you are aware of it.

Your legs take you far enough 

but it spreads its fire upon you 

and your presence of fear mushed up 

with belief in the Lord and hope that this won't be the end of your days.

Your baby sister cries 

because her face is dripping in pure vermillion red 

and her arm is slit with crumbs of cement 

from where the rubble found you

through her.

How does that make you feel?

Did you make a connection with this rubble

or are you still on the verge of sticking yourself up on the skyline?

Certainty 

or 

uncertainty?