Has life ever dumped you in a heap?
Perhaps you’ve found self belief so strongly
Reinforcing that doubt never enters it,
Nor divorces you from your own reality.
While I admire conviction I see it an
Affliction of the blessed, sign of the righteously
Possessed and indeed, a decent place to serve
A sentence for dereliction of self doubt.
I argue without it I am a cautious man and
Easy to live with, I resound like a drum,
Resonate to sympathetic percussion,
Inflating nothing, merely imitating sound.
I feed on my doubt, I feast into the long night
Of feverish dreams, fitfully sleep from crisis
To crisis, I am fêted, riven, inspected,
And reformed in every second of oblivion.
I waken rehabilitated, consummate with
Confidence I can face the day’s rigors and
Pursue challenges in the same vigorous
Way I did yesterday.
And I die in the dawn of each new consequence,
Ashamed I have no plan but the rising sequences
Of random words, at times inadequate, at others
Inspiring, as my tools for life.