cerulean

i know not what the future may hold,
but i can already feel my life reaching out
to touch me and yet there is also
a release, a release of cares
and the introduction of indifference.

hope flees me suddenly,
showing me what could be,
what could happen,
sans a semblance of the trust
I have now in myself,
in my potential.

should i give up,
my life is on the brink.
despair - such a definite term
cerulean in color -
but it resembles me
in so many ways.

fleeting happiness,
tickling me tantalizingly,
is always too elusive to grasp
with any chance of keeping it...
with enough time to savor it.

nobody understands
what anyone else is going through
walking miles in no shoes at all
least of all yours.