When doubt casts over your shoulder <br />amd you wish that you were older, <br />mature to face the questions-as-must, <br />secure to see your face in the dust, <br /> <br />..... <br /> <br />You were probably right to feel insecure, <br />this damsel, demure (!) , until once more, <br />doubt's roots curl into your darting eyes. <br /> <br />Disappointed perhaps. But not suprised.<br /><br />Tara McH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-doubt/
