I dream of great heroics;
saving others by sacrifice,
saving you by being strong in will.
Yet I cower;
Craving a chance to prove my worth
or a pardon that forgives my inadequacies
whatever will confirm we are worth fighting for,
And yet rejection comes more frequently;
rejection from you creates doubt.
Doubt still makes me cower.
Ariel
September 27, 2004
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