5.Self-Doubt – The Poetry Marathon

Doubt has swallowed me whole.

Stole my desire and even a tried to capture part of my soul .

I get lost in his hold, lost in its grip and each month I become a captive bought and sold to the highest bidder .

Weakness brought on with her sadness and regret .

Allowing another beautiful day to slip by unable to harness the pure energy from within.

I am a prisoner in my own body.

Pain is my bondsman and for half the month I see no end in sight.

Past hurts, unfinished work, I am not to be crossed, even I dare not try to rock my own boat.

I can ban all food fast away, yet the hurt will not quell the pain.

No physical pain out does the mental anguish that remains.

It’s all the same.

Some months are physical and others it’s all in my mood.