Doubt

Heavy-lidded eyes with heavy dreams to match

Scattered across post-its you hide in a drawer

Away from the eavesdropping eyes of the world

Dubbed: “For my eyes only”

But the words they cascade and tumble

Off your trembling lips

Fingers quivering

Like a quill, at the ready.

Brain zooming

Head filled with expression

Recollection

Articulation

Proclamations

First Impressions

Aspirations

And Doubt.

Doubt.

That old friend

How it creeps in like the monster in the night

You thought you had banished years ago

And it whispers delicately in your ear:

“Are you sure?”

Then unannounced and unbeknownst to you it settles

Somewhere in your head

Or maybe in your heart

Or maybe it’s latched to your voice

But it clings

It clings to the words you know you want to say and the words you so desperately want to hear:

“I am enough”

Are you sure?

The tone of Doubt penetrates and resonates through the dreams you hold so dear

Now, heavy

With the weight of contemplation

Speculation

Rumination

Considerations

And of course,

Doubt.

These doubts are as smart as my goals

Silently arresting

Resting

Resting

Causing you to say:

“Am I enough?”

Now you know the one way out it to embrace the doubt

And so you do

With a doubtful look

And you say:

“Hey, let’s talk”

I am strong enough

I am worthy enough

I am enough.