the questions we all ask ourselves
quietly, silently
terrified
or shy, defiant:
if I write
will they read
if I tell
will they listen
if I am
will I be
good enough
brave enough
that one true thing:
au.then.tic?
always, always
like a river rushing, raging
spreading into deltas of doubt
if I do
will I deliver
if I see
will they believe
if I try
will I succeed?
maybe in all this
the point is to not give in
to keep on going
to try and try again
until you can finally plant that mustard-seed.
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