Doubts are like cages,
barred,
beaten,
and with an unbreakable foundation.

They are fed by useless worry,
hashed like the past,
and make you ache,
rotting in that cage.

Doubt is everything,
but isn’t physically there,
speaks louder than that
dare to be spoken,
echoes that are never silent,
always there,
there,
there…

Don’t let such foolishness
waste you away,
not like it has me.
Luckily,
I have no need to worry,
not until I’m given reason to.
I’ll not hear doubt,
not again,
be it not shrieking at my being.
Again,
and again,
and again…