‘The worst enemy to creativity is self–doubt.’ – Sylvia Plath. I love this quote. Doubt is something almost all writers face. However it is rarely something we write about. Your prompt is to write about a poem about doubt. It could be self doubt, it could be doubt in terms of creative writing, or it could be about doubt in general.
Riding up my fantasies, a pitch black
flame, twisting and scorching my hope.
I’m holding the lighter and the fuel
but for some reason I want to see it burn.
I want the dreams I longed for to go up
in smoke, and their ashes to form a nice
coffin for my wishes to rot in. Doubt can
sever mobility; make me a quadriplegic.