Thursday, 11 June 2015

This is love. Doubt

it couldn't possibly be, could it?
was it right? had i read it wrong?
that what if moment
haunting

talked into it. talked out of it.
how can we know for sure?
how can we really tell?
questioning

that moment of not knowing for sure
coarsing through the mind
the wake of uncertainty
spinning

exponentionally growing questions
tearing at the flesh of thought
ripping and tearing
jagged

the edges of the mind rough and cut
meandering in the fairway of what ifs
uncontrollable and untenable
grasping

then dispelled in a yot
why had it even been an issue
all doubt dashed by a word, by an action
comfort

security, the need sucks us in
relief, our response tamed and welcome
this moment of completed knowing
fixed
remember
absolute


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