Doubt

I see you standing, lurking behind the tree

I feel your presence, hear the shallow breaths

whispers that are prickly on my arm and neck hair


I smell the over-ripe coat and hat as you approach

and I think, it doesn’t seem that long ago that I last saw you

Then I hear that familiar knock on my self-esteem’s door


I would like to say that self-doubt comes uninvited

but that would not  be honest

most definitely unwanted

but I believe unconsciously invited


I open the door, and with its hat in hand

I invite doubt in for a cup of tea

and listen as it tells me what it thinks of me


Outwardly, to others, it appears ” I’m fine”

Outwardly, I look strong and determined


I am strong and determined


But as self-doubt sips its tea

it slyly presses play; spinning old tapes

that drone familiar chants of, “You’re not good enough

not worthy, not well enough, not smart enough, give up”

the smell of fear and rejection hang in the air between us

I feel a sinister dark-dread

creep up my spine trying to blacken and shred my self-esteem


The grasp of my thinly held mantra

that my inner beauty, strength, and talent

far outweigh any deficits that I have

begins to fade as self-doubt asks to extend tea time

into a meal and a nice nap


I’ve heard enough, felt enough, spiraled enough

I can’t entertain it any longer, I’m done

I clear the tea, thank it for its visit and show self-doubt the door


As soon as it’s gone the air is clear, fresh

and I take control of internal thoughts about myself

and how I’m navigating the world around me


I give myself room to breathe, change, and grow

emerging once again from the shadows of the shame of  PTSD


As this bout of self-doubt fades onto a distant shore

I understand that I may again, hear this familiar knock on my door

and when I do, I’ll invite it in for a cup of tea

and listen with a loving, compassionate ear


These days the visits are shorter, and farther between

but I know that although unwanted, self-doubt does not come uninvited


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Artwork: Janet Rosauer


Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph      


 

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