What is it
Where does it come from
Why is it here
How is it so strong
When will it go away
Who even is it?
Questions on questions
They pile up higher and higher
But for what?
Is it only to be answered with another question
A question that can’t be answered,
Or can it?
Its name is doubt
Or is that even its name
I have become so unsure,
Because of its silly game.
Doubt makes us worry
Doubt makes us unwilling
Doubt makes us lost.
The very definition of doubt
Is a question
Or maybe it’s “to question.”
Doubt may be a hinder
Yet it does not cripple
For doubt can be overcome.
Our grass doesn’t have to be compared
No, not to the other side
See our grass can be watered
Watered right where we are.
It may take time,
But it will grow,
For it is proven.
We can’t question what is true
We can’t assume things we have yet to experience,
Yet we can grow what is right at our feet.
Sometimes we have to go with what we know,
And not with what we feel.
We have been given a mission
A purpose, if you recall,
Not to sit on the side
Yet to take the lead for all.
This is a stand we must make
One that will be hard to do
But hold on the promise
That we have all been there too.
For just as angst comes to prey
Doubt is by its side
But we know what’s to be done
We know how to fight
For we must only stand in the light.
Our grass will grow green
No matter how dead it seems
Don’t forget to add the water
Because that is all it needs.
You’ve got this,
Keep going,
You’re going to do great
I’m proud of you my friend
For this is not the end.
