All I Do Not Know
Clutching the parcel
of what I know,
harshly to my heart,
fear moves through me.
Desolate and trembling,
I tighten my clench, but then
as wide and far as my arms allow,
I throw the tiny parcel out,
out to fathomless stars.
Freed from grasping,
hands and heart
now spread open
to be carried, carried
by all I do not know.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
thanks to Mystery by Annelinde Metzner
I love this one! My thoughts about dying mirror this poem! Happy holidays, my friend.