Literary Magazine

In shadows deep, I tread a path unknown,
Through darkness, uncertainty has grown.
Each step, a whisper in the ebony night,
Timbers shiver, fears take its flight.
The moon, a veiled lantern in the sky,
Casting pallor on the questions nearby.
No map to guide, just echoes in the dark,
Uncertainty’s bite, a relentless spark.
Yet, I press on, through the veil of the night,
Timbers may shiver, but courage alights.
In the obsidian silence, whispers arise,
Echoing doubts, where hope often lies.
The unknown, a canvas, black and deep
In its mysteries, my secrets I keep.
Though uncertainty may shiver my timbers in the gloom,
I’ll find my way, through shadows to the dawn’s soft bloom.