visiting doubt

doubt visits during waking hours
paralyzing my body
breaking open my jaw
ramming itself down my throat
choking off oxygen
and my voice
devouring my insides
until i am hollowed
staring at shadows
with nothing eyes

then i send it away
movement resuming
catching a breath
and finding my voice
filling up my interior
with whatever it needs
eyes seeing life
all too clearly
pretending everything is fine
waiting for doubt to return

 

 

 

 

 

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April 3, 2014
John L. Harmon