Doubt

“Drip, drip drip drip,” I say to the tap. And he talks back;

“Drip drip,” he returns contemplatively.

“Drip,” I retort to no response.

I stretch and return to my work. Doubt can be like a leaky faucet. One drop, two drops, three drops and then GUSH! You can’t hold it back.

I wish it would leave me but like a lost puppy it snuggles up to me, smothering me but what could I do? Look at it, so cute waiting to pounce, she just wants to play, how could I ever turn her away?

Doubt can be like a dripping tap. The endless drip-drop, two punch combo; it hits you one way, then the other, but remember you are only shadow boxing on your own. It’s only you.

Doubt can be like a full basin. A teeny-tiny droplet of water once a day can become a difference maker because once it’s full, the water has nowhere to go but over the edge and over you go with it. You need to find a way to pull the plug (no matter how grim the water) and find a way to let it go, for your sake friend.

I’ll be here, where are you?

Yours,

Forever in horror,

Poison226.