Quietly I Seethe

Wallowing in a stagnant pool
The stench o f my doubt in the air
Quietly I seethe
Raging inside
This pallid flesh
It burns with love
Yet is bereft of warmth
Why this query?
This mistrust of self?
So close to realising her
To being me
Is it that I wish to fail?
Do I sunder this peace with purpose?
Or am I a fool
Perhaps both
For I know I love her
Be clear on that
This curdled blood in my veins
It attests to it
This charred heart
Seared by the ice of my soul
It bleeds vermillion
For me?
Of course
But because of her
This woman of power
Though assailed in her dreams
She has healed me
But I must complete the task
I must weep longer yet
Rage within this night
For she needs me
As I needed her
I cannot cure her ills
But I can be there for her
It is all I have
And now I doubt not
For I know I can do this
For I sense the shadows shrinking

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