Tug-of-War

Mon, 07/28/2014 - 02:29 -- Actrase

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    V          Doubt

    O          Fills every corner of my mind

     I           Whispers

     I           Dark words of unending peril. Failure

     I           Hope

     I            Is a dim light, just out of reach

     I            Dreams

     I            Prayers sure to go unanswered

     I

~~0~~      Renewed

     I

     I            Dreams

     I            Planted in my cognizance for a purpose

     I            Hope

     I            Is stretching to meet my fingers

     I            Whispers

     I            Jubilant songs of triumph

    O           Doubt

    Λ           Ebbs to the corner of my mind

 

The tug-of-war is merciless

Yet

I shall never let go

Of the rope

I will pull

Until

There is nothing left to pull

But

Never will I let go

Of the rope

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