Questions That Come To Visit
Creating a place,
To nurture the presence of doubt...
Affects and wounds,
One's credibility assumed.
And assumptions are not worth,
The agony of this thought kept.
And eventually this doubt flourishes.
With these questions that come to visit...
If one 'is' or if one isn't,
A reliable source...
To keep an invested friendship,
Valued as had been perceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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