Balloon Of Doubt Poem by Emmanuel Ramakuri

You whispered in my ears if my feelings are real.
Don't be so skeptical with curtain of doubt open.
When in doubt you can ask away rather than pressing me with those eyes.
Like the balloon flying free and unwaivered by the doubt of gravity and neither strangled by its own past.
Believing my lies you will be held by thread never to soar away free blurred in its own doubt.
It is your choice to cling to my palms like a pat on your head or fly away free into the milky way of your thoughts.
The more you succumb the quicker will you burst to my heart beat that longs to fly leaving everything behind like the withering leaves which have to fall to nurture the future, what we call love.