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I bask in the glow of your promises,
but I know they are just words:
light like feathers,
less substance than air,
and less useful.

Believing would make me look the fool,
unless this time they’re true.

Then what?
Is it too little, too late?

Raise your hand if you know the answer.

No matter what I choose, I’ll come to grief,
and so I wait, in liminal space,
in a bubble,
as if under water.

Holding my breath.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.


Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Nope. If you know it's all hot air, cut your losses and find someone who means it when he says the same things.

April 10, 2013 at 11:39 AM
Sheilagh Lee said...

I hope it isn't empty promises and the words are true.

April 10, 2013 at 2:13 PM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

Oh, I so hope your trust is well founded.

April 10, 2013 at 3:49 PM
Old Egg said...

How can we mix sincerity with a touch of indifference so any hurt shows itself not as tears but as water off a ducks back?

April 11, 2013 at 2:10 AM
Jae Rose said...

Limbo perfectly brought into being..it is a horrible place..trapped..suffocating..a real misuse of words..or the power of those who use words to control..

April 11, 2013 at 8:43 AM
LLM Calling said...

yet without trust and belief are we ever free to breathe deeply?

April 11, 2013 at 3:07 PM
Alice Audrey said...

You can't hold your breath forever. Best make an educated guess and break the bubble.

April 11, 2013 at 7:33 PM

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