Wrestling Rusted Doubt {A Poem}

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I recently completed Elora Nicole's online writing course, Story 101 (if you sign up, tell her I sent you!).  It has been an amazing experience, and I have not come away unchanged.  This is a pantoum that I wrote during our last video chat, and I wanted to share it with you because it is a picture of my tender + fluttering soul feels now, at this very moment.  It has been far too long since my heart spilled poetry.


wrestling rusted doubt
knowing is my idol
speak, your servant aches to listen
reach down your holy calloused palm

knowing is my idol
keep this body red and breathing
reach down your holy calloused palm
can we weep together?

keep this body red and breathing
speak, your servant aches to listen
can we weep together?
wrestling rusted doubt


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