a doubt soon becomes <br />clear like the morning stream <br />leaving us muddled <br />as the plouged field <br />yet as life dictates <br />we would carry on <br />like the plouged field <br />undulating between <br />water and earth <br />making each step <br />they encroach onto our shell <br />stamped with mud and dirt <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />A doubt if it be Us <br />A doubt if it be Us <br />Assists the staggering Mind <br />In an extremer Anguish <br />Until it footing find. <br />An Unreality is lent, <br />A merciful Mirage <br />That makes the living possible <br />While it suspends the lives. <br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-doubt-if-it-be-us-2/
