Weak

It is the finest of
lines
between insecurity
and intuition;
I honestly
don’t know which
is scratching at my screen door,
and whether it’s trying to get in
or out.

Mind and gut at odds,
even with themselves,
and I cannot ask,
cannot unmask
the weakness of doubt
or the fear of rectitude;
neither is a friend.

I wait.

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