To be drowned in doubt,
the poisonous nectar that clouds our vision of the bright lights we shine on others.
To be shrouded in the dogs of fear
The dark, deceptive pain that clings into our lives like parasites sucking our blood and squeezing our marrow
The pain, all of the pain that is felt by doubt.
The darkness shrouding our minds
The blinds we put on our lives as we try to define our lives vicariously through the way others shine.
To be drowned in doubt is a sin
To be destroyed by our loses and to neglect our wins we lose within when doubt creeps in
To be smothered in the belief that we can’t achieve
To sit there in the darkness believing that we’ve failed
That’s when we breathe.
That’s when we harness the darkness and swallow it whole.
That’s when we work our hardest to climb out of the pit
That weighs us down
That’s when we push ourselves even further
That’s when our ire reaches its peak
And we speak into existence
Our greatest feats
It is in doubt that we see our own deceit
And we rise from the self hate
And the pain
That’s when we shield ourselves from the disdain and claim or thrones, covered in the perfume of our own blood, sweat and tears
That’s when we shed fear.
It is in the fog of doubt,
The darkest of rooms,
That we find the light,
And we collect it.
Amplifying it’s power
To shine bright
Doubt is the illusion we conjured in the mess of confusion generated by the thought that we lack what we already have