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2.21.11

February 21, 2011

Clear,
foggy,
rested,
thoughts.

And then there’s lightening.
A doubt.

There’s a doubt in my mind,
and I can’t let it go.
It clings to every word,
phrase,
thought,
and it won’t let go.

It’s sucking the positivity
out of me,
and I, I can’t breathe.

I want reassurance,
I want this dreadful thing to go away.
This doubt is not welcome.

Talk to me,
reassure me,
so this doubt can go away;
and again,
we can be smooth sailing.

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7 comments

  1. Ah, those moments of doubt when one longs for clarity….we all dread them. We all have them. But, then there are those Divine moments when we receive a knowing, a sureness that we need not question. I have learned that I need to wait when I doubt. It means, for me, that either now is not the right time, or perhaps it is something I should not do at all. Thanks for your poem to remind us of this. Hugs, pat


    • Thank you! Thank you for sharing your insight :]


  2. Communication. Raw and fierce and honest. The key to all our prison doors.

    It gets hot behind these masks we find ourselves wearing, doesn’t it?

    Such a relief to take them off.

    Thank you for sharing this poem (:


  3. Beautiful.



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