Doubt
She’s full of hesitation
She’s confused
She has no idea what is going on with her
Part of her desire that attention given
Her mind is driven
To her, it’s like a mirage on the desert
Like a child longing for dessert
She keeps asking what meant for her
Or is it just another chapter in her book?
She asks the master ‘please take my doubt away’
She holds the sand loosely on her hand
But it keeps falling
Shall she let it go?