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.