Cell: Abysmal Mission

Doubt rout
Indecision spin
Unsure reigns
Despair wins

Wobbly mind
Frozen in confusion
Ambivalence rules
Ambiguity pains

Oh, sun!
Hide your brightness,
It only highlights
The depth of my suspicion;

Overcast would better suit
My disadvantaged position;
Then, at least I could hide
From the tyranny of this irresolution.

Investigating uncertainty’s
Not where I want to go,
Nor exploring the gloom,
But that’s where I am.

Poking into corners,
Observing what’s present,
Noticing what’s happening,
Although I’d prefer not.

Getting to know
What doubt is made of,
A task from which I flinch,
First I rally; then I cringe.

Progress? What’s that?
Here, in this moment,
I’m afraid to look,
But until I do,
I can’t go any further.