These get dated when I post them to my blog but often times they are much older and were just sitting in one of the word docs I jot down notes in waiting for a little polish. I did very little editing here. I added a few words to one line and suddenly a poem that wasn’t working, worked.

I know I must transcend
Doubt, worry, fear,
Guilt, and regret,
But I haven’t yet
Learned to trust.
Somehow I must
Teach myself how.
I must.