Between Earth And Sky Lies The Septum Reality Poem by Dakota Ellerton

In and beneath the wings of uncertainty
I bare the thoughts of denial.
I believe in believing in you,
as though all my other truths were lies.
The emptiness I dwell beyond,
fills a hopeless void with fear.
I am only insignificant,
I am only here once.
I tread across the lives of those who seek certainty -
and only so they then see without blinded eyes.
For once you look and see what is,
never again will you believe what's not.
Between the paths, to bare in the septum of reality,
we can't all but walk the fine line of indiginity as I do.
To collapse and sustain to a vulnerable state,
well I'd much rather prefer the true death.