Nothing is Assured

I search my path
Like a blind man
Tapping his white cane
For a way through time
Every step cautious
And tenuous.

Nothing is sure

In this life.

Everything

And anything is possible

But nothing is assured.

All is rickety

Like an ancient rope bridge

Beckoning

Daring my try.

And this is often

The only way to the other side.

But nothing is assured.

Do I go?

Yes!

I go!

There is no reward for the timid.

It is not only possible

That i perish

It is likely!

But the only thing to do

Is to swallow my fear

Offer my foot to the void

And trust in that which offers no trust.

Nothing is assured.