the unconvinced

the unconvinced

there are people, countless people
who love to trust and trust to love
there are souls, beautiful souls
who truly believe they are enough

but i,
i remain
one of the unconvinced
one of the accursed
one,
one of those
who won't believe
that you won't leave

there are warriors, heartful warriors
who walk miles without stumbling
there are workers, hard workers
who bear the load without grumbling

but i,
i remain
one of the unconvinced
one of the accursed
one,
one of those
who won't believe
that you won't leave

there are cursed, the hopeless cursed
whose unbelief won't set them free
the unconvinced, the sore unconvinced
and one of them is me 

The End

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