Faith

They say that faith is
being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we do not see.
Yet I feel unsure of everything—
my opinions, me decisions, my feelings.
I am not certain of anything anymore—
love joy, myself, God.
The things I once held so dear
now seem as sand through a sieve
and I am left grasping nothing.
Who I once believed I was
has faded with passing days.
Who I once believed I could be
seems as far away as the stars
hanging in the night sky.
I have very little faith in people
least of all in myself.
I am shaken to the core,
grasping for something solid enough
to support this existence that
I hope can pass for a life.
uncertain, unsure—
faithless.
Yet searching, hoping, progressing,
and perhaps, someday,
believing.