Doubt

Babies, pure till they meet the world

But what is and isn’t doubt, before it’s stripped ?

We only then will know

When the medium that bears it

Is cast away


Drumroll, drumroll please…


I give you, present to you, the benefit of doubt

Let the innocence of the white snow

Make all seem without flaw

Let their footsteps

Reveal a sense of direction


But in reality

There is a story to every footstep

There is no doubt, but this, you do not see

Till the snow melts away

Till the footsteps no longer tread one way


Till the footsteps of a stripped innocence

Come knocking at your door

In an unexpected cold winter

To serve you back

Leaving no doubt, whatsoever

Ground

For when you betrayed the ground 

By taking your steps up the ladder

The ground did not fold underneath you

Words, they reveal not the extent of accepting an apology 

And how difficult it is, that we would be like ground

Because betrayal hurts

Just as much as the added weight

Each step you take up the ladder,

Each step taken, yet the ground holds you steady

So to forgive I will be ground

Finding my inner strength

To carry the burden disposed off by your betrayal 

By the steps you have taken,

My heart, steady,

Should your ladder crumble to the ground

In pieces, buried in remorse

As you beg forgiveness .

The Fool and The Squealer

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My dear, to meet one of such,

Who manages to steal glimpses into your soul.

And have you opening up soon enough,

This one,  with tainted loyalty, so shallow.

Who would  right a mistake with another,

This one, will make a fool out of you.

And sign off, with warmest regards, as the squealer.