Leaf of Doubt

Written by: Maygin Creekmore

A person's last breath
Should be that
Of an Autumn leaf
Gently gliding 
To land serenely on
Earth's surface.

Doubt is like 
A cold wind's whisper
Declaring it's presence, 
Whisking the beautiful leaf
In two directions:
For it floats toward
The abyss and the heavens.

As much as one 
Does truly doubt
One equally yearns to believe,
And as the leaf disseminates
In a sort of malign peace,
We fall apart.