By Heather    dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 4 June 1998

Doubt

Frozen...
In one place.
Caught...
Between love and fear.
Afraid...
Of letting go.

To face you.
What would I see in your eyes, today?
Would I be warmed?
Or frozen out?
Would my lips feel the warmth of your love?
Or would my cheek feel the chill of your turning away?

Fate will allow this to fly
or
it will collapse under it's own weight.
I now leave it up to God to reveal which way it goes.
Either the dream will become reality
or
will be forever out of reach.

Damn. 
It could go either way.
What it can't do much longer,
is stay where it is.

Doubt.
It is,
so crippling.
So here I stand,
frozen, caught, afraid.