Shelly's Poetry for Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday, November 14, 2008

Of Doubt

Why does doubt always get the upper hand? In quietude I tell myself I am strong I can withstand all my fear and get the upper hand Before the words are uttered in my mind doubt sneaks in and takes me blind In quietude I tell myself I am strong, anew My words attending to my milieu and then become... Sign in to see full entry.

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