Stay the Course

By J. Lynne Moore

The point of determination,
Sticks in my craw.
I swallow again and again,
Leave my throat raw.

Logic says do or die! Now!
In the corner “want” starts to cry;
“Will”…gasping for breath,
Blue, purple, don’t let it die…

Silent, my voice falls short.
The crow laughs with a caw.
Determination tries to feed,
On my doubt, it begins to gnaw.

Live support begins to flow…
“Want” and “will” catch their breath.
The diurnal course, moves ahead,
For another day doubt meets death.

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