Uncertainty on wind above, 

Feeling it flow between

Fingers and strands of hair 

Striking through muscle

Leaving tiny cuts beneath.

Unable to breathe and mend

They fester, oozing 

Animosity and anxiety.

No medicine for this sickness,

Watching skin discolour 

Becoming paper thin,

Tearing at any painful word. 

Lashing out against

Differences, seeing them 

As a divide, a weakness.

Not grasping the truth

That pain is needed 

To triumph, to grow strong.

But no one listens.

Uncertainty digs itself in deeper


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