Ambiguity turns my wounds

into a stone punch.

And my chest is too old

to keep the painful sounds

within the beats

of my heart.

Ambiguity erodes my faith.

But in small acts of kindness

I somehow find a light of hope.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed

with deep sadness

embedded deep down in my fate.

I still believe despite all the sadness

I believe that ambiguity will not define

who I am.

Ambiguity cannot paint the picture

of my unique life.

I do not fear loneliness

and the darkness

that used to make me feel empty.

As I chase away the ambiguity

I feel stronger now

like I have ever meant to be.