Burnt toast of life 

They say uncertainty is a way of life. 

I say it’s more like burnt toast. 

Leaves an ashen taste in your mouth, 

raises your BP and shatters your confidence to crumbs. 

I say, we never let uncertainty cloud our minds, 

but then I immediately begin to think

is that even possible?

Like how would you even predict a thermometer? 

A sudden spell of rain. 

A lover’s rejection, out of the blue. 

News of something that hasn’t happened yet.

They say soothesayers can’t tolerate the taste of water. 

And that’s why they don’t exist on earth. 

But I do also think, when you hug yourself as tight as you can,

things turn out for the good, better and best. 

You carry yourself into rooms with the grace of a princess who studied economics

and fight your fights with the eagerness and valour of a knight

whose mother died while giving birth.

 

When you hug yourself tight, when you love yourself right.