That worm of self-doubt
digs itself right through my brain,
Chewing up my thoughts
and spitting out
negatives again.
The shopping bag I carry,
declaring that every little helps,
is overflowing with questions
and unanswered yelps.
My anxiety holds on tightly to me.
Talks to me nightly.
I am in fright you see,
not of flighty fiends
but of my own torn dreams,
the ones that only
make sense at the seams.
Am I doing this right?
Is this train of thought
the right one to alight?
The flittering doubt now flies
around my chest.
Tickling my heart,
making it skip beats in protest.
Though the heart beats harder
to keep itself alive,
it shares its love far and wide.
My doubt climbs up my spine,
now with jittery insect feet.
It changes all of the time.
It makes my limbs
feel shivery and weak.
It reaches my vocal cords,
makes it harder to speak
but I force the air through.
It’s all I can do.
Make my words sing
to all of you.
Thanks for reading
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