Uncertainties

Isn't that what life is made up of?

Little sprinkles of hope in pools of uncertainties,

drowning.

What would it cost

to hope too high,
dream too much,
think too deep? 

Or would it be better to numb all senses,
so you wouldn't weep?

You wouldn't worry.

You wouldn't cry.

Your heart wouldn't break.

That way the pain stays away.

But without the pain,
what's joy?

Would you trade all the numb painless days

 for a single moment of jubilation?

Would you settle for anything less?

You wouldn't know.

It's a lifetime of uncertainties.

"Uncertainties" by E.Y