Sunday, 29 August 2010

Unsure, Sure

Inches away
her misty dream
she's walking against
every wind that beats
moving towards
that silver sheen.

Half way through
tired aspirations spent
unsurity, clogging her head
she begins to surrender.

Yet with denial comes hope
another reason to move ahead.
slowly she closes her eyes
to all that's left behind.

and nervously she clutches
his hand and takes a step
into darkened regret.
And another, but this time
she's surer.

With every dark night
her moon appears brighter.
With every unsurity
her determination grows stronger.

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