Non-Erotic PoetryDoubt is TortureDoubt is torture,
self inflicted.
Sticking hot needles
into my soul.
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
I would rather
be utterly surprised
if it doesn't work out.
Gentle this fear
with patience and humor.
Believe it's possible
and necessary.
Not if, but when.
Not whether, but how.
Tender determination
will see it through.
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