DOUBT by Angela Scott
(Written on 3/17/2011 but boy am I feeling it today. Thought I'd re-share.) Doubt tiptoes its way inside. Subtle. Sneaky. Before I know it, Doubt blindsides me, Takes me down, Pins me to the ground And flops its big hairy behind On top of my chest. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I spit in doubts eye—my only defense-- But doubt only grins through its pock-marked face, And green-tinged smile, and swipes the spittle away. He’s experienced worse. Doubt’s got me And he knows it too. My gnat-like strength is waning. My belief is gone. I shift a little, Make adjustments to carry Doubt’s weight. He’s not going anywhere. That’s perfectly clear. So I may as well get comfortable.
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