Uncertain Times

I have wished for a solid

one that I could place my feet upon

Not for the carpet to be ripped out from under them, yet again!

Don't tell me, life is uncertain

I've already live by faith

and often faith alone

I have not yet found

a shoulder to cry on

I pray in the night

to my, Allah

and I cry to Him

my one and only

I do not know where I am

or where I am going

I paint things into creation

with His things

and I call them my own

After all, I put my signature on them

Yet, I have given away mostly everything

many times

leaving myself with next to nothing

Knowing one day

even my soul will not be contained