Doubt

At twelve
I feel

Doubt

for the first time

Alone

I search for the strength
to get me through

Faith

is all I have
to hold onto
when I walk into
the bitter, empty room

My life
in one man’s hands
for three hours

Body shivers
when I lie
on the numbing steel

Count to one
starting from five
and breathe in

The last thing I hear
before I drift to sleep

Later I wake

Lightheaded by the
overwhelming pain
down my arm

Room spins and spins
but my

Faith

still intact

Alone

I laugh at the

Doubt

as it swiftly
fades away

Raindrops

In bed I lie,
raindrops brush my window
and form patterns of sound
as they settle gradually.


-- Posted from my iPhone