“I can,”
She said,
And she did;
When believing
The first line
She spoke,
Even at this end.
Believing “Can”
Tag: doubt
Capable
I have opened,
And penned my thoughts into sermon,
Though a novice I feel my best has already been,
And I wonder what next I could say,
That would bring to truth,
That I am more capable
Than I can foresee
What If (The Dream)
She fears the steps,
She must take in becoming,
What if she trips?
What if she falls?
What if her dreams are much to big for her small body?
What if?
What if her what ifs are the wrong inquiries?
What if her dreams are just right for her size,
And the ground should rise up to meet her,
Easing her landing?
What if the scariest part is letting go,
And sliding into the unknown,
What if imagining “what if”,
Is symptomatic of a dreamers urge to wonder;
That which should ne’er subside?
Unless the dreamer loses the very gift of the dream
Loving Despite
Reading into things
Place hopes where they may not go,
Hoping despite doubt,
Loving him still despite fear,
Daring still to reach words out
Proven, All Along
For long you have been trying
To prove wrong the naysayers,
To prove wrong the doubters,
To yes their no,
And no their yes,
Because you knew you were
Able and deserving
Of just as much as they thought otherwise,
You worked so hard,
And only you are left
To see the results,
Do they know from where they are
All you have done?
What you have accomplished?
Or was it yourself
You were really trying
To prove all this to,
All along?
Salty Tears
Sometimes salty tears
Are the closest some
Will think
they can get to “love”.
She of Letters 