Staring at the Ceiling

Faith must bring its bearer comfort.
I suspect that Leah knows. She sleeps
Beside me as I toss, serenely certain
I am hers. Forever? Surely. Not so
Sure, I lie awake aware that she is
Mine if what I want her for is, as I've
Told her, all she has: her beauty and
Intelligence, the warmth with which
She thawed a soul grown frozen
Many years ago. But what if I want
Nothing but the beauty and my way
With her? What if my soul hasn't
Wholly thawed and soon will
Freeze again? I believe in Leah.
I am certain she has been sincere,
But I don't share her faith in me.
That's why I lie awake.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-03 at 18:45

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