hope withers as words agitate
once lyrical musings
from lips thought serene and safe
as rough waters shake the bridge
beneath already unsteady feet
though the dance is not over
as faith steps forward and
sways to an uncertain beat
where timelines and tradition
have no role and chivalry
that forgotten word
swirls in a dizzy mind
questioning uncertain principles
that guide actions of right and wrong
in an effort to make sense of it all
though self removal of that inner battle
brings calm to turbulent waters
a storm may be brewing that could
snuff out faith and quiet music within
3 comments:
doubt. damn doubt!
Noelle,
You always give pieces of your Soul through your words, i moved between the thickets and paths of your phrases.
Thankyou for this sensitivity brought to light.
Uncertainity... hmm... I was told only recently that sometimes when you do the right thing, you still have to go through this alley of uncertainity only showered on you by Satan. But, you know what, I do the same as you have mentioned here for that to not effect me.
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