Uncertain, I Understand--Dear Abby Poem #1

Tweeter @iamchrisscott has been writing poems composed from fragments of Dear Abby letters. All his poems use lines from all the questions and replies in a single day's column, in chunks of no fewer than three words. I couldn't resist trying this process myself. Here is my first Dear Abby poem (please compare to today's column using the link at the end): 

Uncertain, I understand

Uncertain, I understand:
the problem is
life is a gamble.

Making this decision,
everything was great at first.
But when I moved
in the blazing heat,
it was tough.

I thought I'd be
ready by now
to discuss your concerns
(because you feel stuck).

Dear Mama, if
there are no guarantees,
what would you do in my shoes?

Very sick for the
past few years,
I have always wanted
an investment in the future.

Start looking for
a red flag, an act of faith,
enough money to have a child.

I am a 30-year-old,
able to scrape by,
watching TV and
stuck in the blazing heat.

http://news.yahoo.com/fear-future-paralyzes-woman-wants-children-050118155.html