Depths of the uncertain

A familiar form of rage,
A violent surge in my veins.
Fear is the cage,
With tear splattered stains.

Surrounding my purpose
Held captive by doubt
Reluctant to surface,
I silently shout.

My cries go unheard,
Muted by the hands of isolation.
I struggle to conquer
This verbal suffocation.

Despising this self inflicted torture,
Exhausted from the frustration
Crouched in a corner 
I avoid conversation.

Questions invade my mind,
I'm interrogating the enemy. 
And when we get in a bind,
There's Just not a remedy.

A strangers empty stare
Appears in my reflection,
Eyes yearning to repair
All my inner rejection. 

Drifting through the motions,
Existing for the sake of because.
Caught between two oceans
Of what-ifs and not-enoughs. 

Floating in the current,
Of faith that i'll emerge
From the depths of the uncertain
And reach the light that I've observed.