Sent: 7/31/2003 12:00 PM
Hesitation saturates the air.
I'm not sure how much I like breathing it,
nevertheless, for some reason,
it is here waiting,
weighting.
reigning.
Drenched in the clouds of doubts,
wherein insecurities and confidence rumble,
and before I begin to know,
weariness strikes a blow.
meanwhile,
Ready set go.
again.
I feel like I'm running slow.
A slow and steady start?
* * *
Just stop.
Stop, breathe.
Breathe, listen
To your heart.
* * *
How quickly the storm evaporates into dew!
NOW go
anew . . .
