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Sunday, September 12

By The Window



A constant doubt


Which will be

The way out…


As simple as

The door

Or the window


Never thought

I’d have to admit

So clearly see


Through the window…

Hurting myself so badly

For I have no wings

No matter how

So much I insist


Through the door

I’d go walking

For I stand

On two feet..


Lucky me

Both still I keep


Up to you

Sweet,


Go on flying in the mist

Or walk and take the risks.



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Deviantart Image: The window by ~theflickerees

16 comments:

Lore said...

Hola Dulce con algunas traducciones puedo de vez en cuando saber de tí.

Pero te recuerdo y sabes te agradecí tu visita a mi espacio.
Y es que ¿sabes? tengo tan poco espacio de tiempo para visitar a mis amigos.

Besitos guapa.

steveroni said...

Turmoil.
Anxiety.
Doubt, as you say.
No, Yes?
No space for "Maybe"
Now or Never?

Oh, that four-letter word...
"DO-it"

Haunting?
No, rather peace-giving.
Decisions, decisions

Brian Miller said...

i think it might be worth it to give up the wings...smiles.

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed this. Thanks.

All the best, Boonie

S. Susan Deborah said...

A doubt is like a stone in the shoe. Get it out. But I do know that it is better said than done. But even doubt seems lovely when you write about it, sweetest!

Joy always,
Susan

Sam Liu said...

I think doubt is important. It ascertains our active minds, shows that we're thinking, questioning...as Descartes said, "I doubt, therefore I think; I think, therefore I am". A wise, reflective and profound poem, Dulce.

rennschnecke (Starranger) said...

keine Fragen , keine Antworten ,
keine Zweifel ,
einfach nur Handeln , ;-)

Anthony Duce said...

I liked this very much. There seems to be a theme today regarding doubt , or maybe it’s just me, to continue as you say “flying in the mist, or walk and take a risk” The mist at the moment, is more appealing.

Lisa Ursu said...

"Lucky me
Both still I keep"
that line makes me feel Gratitude with a capital G.
Thank you.

Rick said...

Dulce
flight ain't all it's cracked up to be. Wings are fragile and glass is invisible.
wonderful rhythm as always
~rick

JStar said...

Dulce...Again you took the words from my heart...This is EXACTLY how I feel today but couldnt form the words to say...just this...

joanna said...

Dulce

Thought provoking, simple answers are never really simple, they give us the most trouble. When in doubt do nothing=--- but I would walk, for as luck would have it -- I would forget to pack my wings.LOL

Joanny

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

very remarkable piece.

rennschnecke (Starranger) said...

hey dule who is that lady above your avatar !!

Dulçe ♥ said...

Renn-Your guess is right
:)

rennschnecke (Starranger) said...

you look very good i did not expect that .
dulce i can not understand love poems because
i had no one to love , only hate in
my life so i write better on you image blog .
o.k.
( no i´m not in jail lol)