but nothing comes,
she starts to doubt,
hoping he'll come around,
hoping she'll be the one
to muster his courage,
and be worth the plunge.
when every thought has been weighed and measured,
closely examined and mindfully tethered,
the sweat beads on the edges of concentration,
lost in some kind of agonizing contemplation.
It is here where decisions must stand firm,
where faith and future bend at a single turn,
knees are weak, and chest is heavy
slowly breathing just to keep steady
sorting out the smallest detail,
convincing or proving every derail
sinking into something much stronger,
but holding on to hope a while longer
the war is first fought from inside the mind,
translating later to the physical kind,
holding and praying for a strength to fight,
to be touched by power and guided by light.
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