The Psychosis of Doubt
A heart filled with doubt,
is a weighted life,
and under this insidious rule
we bend so freely, cower so easily,
because right does not occur,
truths are hidden
and delusions incur a cost,
all for the stand of would be loss,
fears that cloud our judgement,
questioning doubts
that lead us to failure.
Darkened doubts, like stormy skies
lie to us incessantly,
paint a world so vividly colorless,
and in that overbearing burden
we squirm to rise, for sunnier skies,
but break at the waist,
emotions taken hold,
drowning us in our watery intent,
in an unrelenting venting of our worried will,
distilled to finer disregard,
to fears malicious intention.
We become pawns,
to our own losing game,
the reign of doubt
containing all our hope and strength,
but our every question has the same end,
the same unwilling change,
to believe in our-self,
not this malignant disdain
for harsh possibility,
woven so completely in our fears,
the binding of a lucid mind.
I have weathered many a storm,
and they all pass with sunlit skies,
yet fear is ongoing,
its darkness brooding in leaden grays
of light-less hue,
construed to keep us blind,
and in time burden us too deeply
in darkness,
too afraid to trust relief,
to trust ourselves to see
a crack in those laden clouds.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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