Not the tangible something unseen
down deep inside in the in between
where others may doubt and not believe
your belief is not what they perceive
A life lived not for others or on what they say
for it is up to you to find another way
it is within your own mind the strength to find
to all others keep your belief blind
What lies within stronger than all that surrounds without
these people do not know what you are about
supposition rumor predisposed opinion mean nothing to you
it is only your soul that knows what is true
Belief in oneself comes inside through highs and lows
it comes in the places no one else knows
always it should come first from your own soul
never depend on others to make your belief whole
Deborah Horton Writing 
Feb 21, 2011 @ 12:27:17
Clean, pure and true poetry with the freshness of newly laundered linen on the line snapping in the breeze.
Feb 22, 2011 @ 10:32:03
Thank you and thank you for coming by to read and comment 🙂