Doubt’s Pool

All ten toes dangle in the cold
searching  for an answer
to my rippling reflection

awaiting for my faith
to arrive once again beyond
my calling’s resurrection

the grown mature all ready
dove in, head first
along with their smiles

full of possibilities
holding their breath and
gripping tight to their wilds

so that with their
successful waves
I continue to be left alone

my pie in the sky has fallen
short, just like a child
I am too afraid of the unknown

dangling toes, regretful sighs
knowing it should be me
making waves, before I go

too many lost years
and lost breaths, holding on
tight to what I already don’t know

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