Transition Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Torn apart into zillion
particles of self doubt
redemption seemed
an intractable puzzle.

When in clutches of the
messy and unyielding
internal strife, life will
all seem sewn up.

But there comes back
that belief slyly into the
being and then all will
seem within grasp.

Holding on to it now,
with hope which is flowing
out like sands through
the trembling hands.

But letting it go
I wont, I never wont
self doubt is the hope
that makes and mars.

In relentless transition,
neither here nor there,
that was life, that is life
and hope that will be life.