will

when uncertainty whispers longing,
when hauntings of the past
tremor at my breast,

you're the purging
i've sought on my knees,
you're the solitude
found in battle scars,
you're the will
that is surviving,

when uncertainty whispers longing,
when hauntings of the past
tremor at my breast,
i must ask of you -
let me be the longings
you'll never have to doubt

-rohe