Spinning out the Wait

Fortune, you look so sad,
Your fettered feet are caught in my despair,
Your flightless wings are torn to shreds
By doubt.

A doubt that is the feeblest of our foes.
For brooding certainty lies in tempted wait,
She sharpens her claws and contemplates
Our fate.

Why am I so sure I know the answer no?
The coin is spinning,
And yes is on the other side,
Just wait!