Seed of self-doubt

 

The seed of self-doubt

starts sprouting

even before its planted.

Twisted roots searching

looking for a place to bed in.

 

Once watered it starts to mature

nurtured, it takes it slow.

Finding parts to latch onto.

Leaching,

it sucks the goodness out of you.

Leaving just a husk.

A shell to call its home.

 

The seed of self-doubt,

now a sapling,

tapping into your thoughts

and pouring bad ones back in.

Twists its hold upon its host,

like a snake

constricting

around your throat.

Growing branches,

keeping you close,

in its vice like grip,

It won't let its hold slip.

 

The seed of self-doubt takes over

It's now as tall as a man

and twice as thick.

It starts to make you sick,

the constant drain

on your already tired brain,

but the seed needs to feed

so, it sucks until you bleed.

Pleading for it to stop.

If only someone would come with an axe

and give this sapling the chop.

 

The seed becomes

a fully-fledged tree.

A mighty oak,

which feeds on me.

It sheds new seeds to the air

and before you are aware

it's a forest out there.

All sucking the life from within

Until you can't see the wood for the trees

And all you are left with is bark like skin.

 

 

 

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