by Carlos Antonio Piñón
October 22, 2012
I felt rage and sorrow,
Ashamed and discomforted,
Unprepared and uncertain.
No matter how prepared one could be,
They are never quite prepared for something.
It slips through their fingers,
It grows silently with the intention to be a surprise.
It waits for the perfect time to strike,
Like an alligator peeking its eyes out.
It moves in,
Mouth wide open,
Armed with razor-sharp teeth.
Even the most prepared aren't a match to uncertainty.
Perhaps it's a gift as opposed to a curse.
Life isn't linear,
Or black and white.
There's a shade of grey that shines meaningfully.
Life may sometimes lead you down roads
that you never expect to take,
Yet it's these very same roads that you'll tell stories about
The time you got lost and found a puppy,
Or you met a stranger who later became your best friend.
No matter how unprepared, you never quite expect life to be