Doubting doubt

This evening, my lesson is undoubtedly to doubt doubt.

I doubt myself, I feel ashamed.

I doubt myself, I feel afraid.

I doubt myself, I feel constricted.

I doubt myself, I am restricted.

I doubt myself, I feel unhappy.

I doubt myself, I feel quite crappy.

I doubt myself, I want to hide.

I doubt myself, I believe that I

Am not enough, am talentless too,

Because I doubt, I think this true.

But truth be told, I know it's lies,

I know that who I am is fine,

I know that I can breathe, let go,

I know because God tells me so,

I breathe in deep and see the sky,

the stars, the moon, the dark, the light,

And when the morn' comes round again,

I'll wake up and I'll call me 'friend'.

In doubting doubt, I find my home,

The place inside where all is warm,

Where softness greets me at the door,

And where my full heart doubts no more.

Just as I can write this poem in five minutes, so too can I find her within me and gently coax her to the fore... and have fun in the process! It's just art, after all - a chance to simply express without fear. And I do so love expressing myself!