Uncertainty

That need for love
To give, to know, to feel
Her arms outstretched
like flowers
          reaching
                    for light

But always
                  falling

                             just

                                    short

Are her words venom
   instead of nectar?

Is her embrace sunshine's warmth
   or akin to strangling vines?

Her desire is left to wither
in the shadow
of her own self-doubt

Light surrounding her
but never cutting through
the shade cast by her trembling hands

Soaked in the love
she holds above
herself