Oh, stability, how you slip from my grasp!

I, a solitary dancer, tread this world alone,
An orphan from birth, my heart forever prone.
With graceful leaps, I move from embrace to embrace,
But yearn for certainty in this deceitful space.

Through uncharted paths, I wonder
Will the certainty be one day sown within my soul?
Or doubts persist, even as death takes its turn?

Oh, stability, how you slip from my grasp,
Like sand through fingers, you escape, so fast.
But my mind hold on the uncertainty, as if it is my fate's enigma,
trusting that it is a shaping force, that trigger my better being throughout my way .

In truth's tender glow, death's embrace may bring solace,
Doubts may wane, leaving behind no trace.
Or it will be a spectral presence in the final breath's sway?

Yet, I embrace uncertainty, for wisdom lies on within it,
Upon this dishordained path, I shall survive,
Hoping doubts shall be vanquished, and clarity one day come to exist.

Celia de Morais 

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