Doubt Poem by lynda merin
Doubt
I bent my knees
As doubts can't be cleared
And will it stop until
I stop my act, my desire.
I bent my knees
To make me stronger
For it questions me and
The things I believed or rather accepted.
I bent my knees
To not let me taste bitter
As the doubts mist my eyes
when still I am capable.
I bent my knees To make me stronger To not let me taste bitter Doubt make my vision blurred. This is experience of this thinking generation. We all have doubts, doubts and doubts and why and why. Very fine poem from your great pen. tony
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3/14/2026 8:40:01 AM # 1.0.0
Branches of trees that have fruits bent, a thoughtful poem.