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Always Waiting.

Searching for the right words.

They do not yet exist.

                                   If they can.

Feelings are constantly forming.

 

                   But I'm scared.

                                                                             Mark of the unknown.

Mind tells heart to stop.

Heart tells mind to prepare for pain.

 

          This pen my avenue to Truth.

 

Desires shattered by storms of doubt.

Fierceness kept within the confines of my being

Threatening further personal destruction if the winds do not soon perish.

 

                     Experience.

                                       The test.

                    Time.

                              Eye of the storm.

                    Patience.

                                  My only skill.

 

Doubts and Fears do not have to be felt alone.

 

                            Let time be the promise of perfection.

 

 

 

 

Written sometime... Discovered April 20, 2013

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