Doubt

"The doubting poet spends so much of his time wondering if he should be more sure of himself, that he no longer composes anything, let alone himself." - Peter Blue Cloud
Doubt is the seed of confusion.
Once the seed is planted, everything is in disarray.
But the sun will shine & life will continue.
The rain will fall & the seed will grow
Then it breaks through the surface,
It will branch out.
On one side will be the doubt that leads to good,
Then will come the doubt that tears you apart,
Right in the middle is life,
A path that is the center of all things.
You can become that person who doubts everything,
Or the person who couldn't care less.
I want to be the girl who couldn't care less,
To be able to hear the words of doubt & make note.
But in the long run, unless good doubt, it'll roll off,
Like rain off a window.
Because if you take every little bit of doubt
You fall apart, because nothing is right.
Every move you make is the wrong one.
Sometimes we need to ignore the doubt,
& make way for the confidence we need.
For everyday is a new beginning.
So take that road of positivity,
& ride it to the sunset.