Not a Smoking Gun

I’m not a smoking gun you’re depending on, I am hidden in the dark with a pipe trying to smoke
myself out of uncertainty and doubt . You can’t rely on me as I can’t see who I am amongst the clouds and fumes of a double identity .I am strong but oh so weak at times .I’m fear and fearless and sad and happy . I’m a double edged sword . Who doesn’t know whether to wound or defend or surrender . I ‘m am not the odds on bet that becomes an accumulator . I am just one person who has a foot in the past and tentatively trying to find the common ground to take that step into the sun .