SELF DOUBT

And reasoning

Are incompatible in my life

Irrational fears are rational now

For loss has been at every turn

I survive...

That is all I do

For my basic needs are almost met

But never completely met

I survive

I keep hanging on to the thread

Somewhere in my heart

Somewhere in my dreams

There is a beautiful tree in a meadow

That I long to hold on to

I long to reach out for

But it is not tangible

The green leaves turning up toward the sun

By a river

This tree is never thirsty, never hungry, never lonely

Even though it stands alone

It never experiences self-doubt

The picture is oh so dim

It still lingers

Balm or hinderance I cannot decide

For my beleaguered, weary soul.