Saturday, September 7, 2013

Doubt Wins

in silence;
doubt settles
like dew at dawn,
sweating on everything.
But, the need to be sought
is grander than the frustration
of betraying one’s own thoughts.
Hope rides along, reluctantly;
it aims to mollify a fixation,
submitting to an impulse,
an itch. It always ends
with a balancing act
of love and life
in unrest.

 © 2013 Helena Malheur 

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