Scared

When doubts feed,
The tree gets not green.
The canopy that was thins,
The roots decry what has been.
A doubt, a circle of its own,
A self fulfilled prophecy.
Doubts I will not let be,
Harsh I am to countenance,
Naive too I may be.
But temperance in me is weak,
Doubts cannot be all that we be.
Mistakes I have made,
And I do learn.
A little patience my kid,
Today I have learnt.
A tree needs love and belief,
The strength of faith and true,
Love questions not a value,
I have yet to prove my worth.
Prove I will,
Even though my walls be empty.
Love holds no hostage,
Love finds not all.
Bounds we can set,
For a room be too small.
One soul is not easy to make,
For souls have a will not of their own.
What we live with is not a curse,
Whom we live with is not a curse.
The heart rejects but deeds will be done,
Do we look at deeds and love begone.
A lot we can fake,
but a evening will hold true,
my evening at the shores of life,
My tryst with unwilling strife.
Deeds may be done,
days may pass,
But a heart solemn lay where it does,
Deeds forgotten is a cowards way,
the way to grave is not with promises undone.
Promises with hearts are the hardest to keep,
Them that are broken do silently weep.
Regrets galore do we carry in life,
Myriad ways to justify our keep.
Haven't got a strength to live a lie,
thousand lies can I tell but die with one.
What truth there be but a grave will conceal,
ways need not be always to heal.
Needs be a path if we walk alone,
A hope remains,
the next fork will be my loneliness undone.
with faith I will walk,
for faith is always what we have,
for a hand that loves is never away,
A night may be alone but there is a day.