Self Doubt

It feels like a sick game of cat and mouse.
Yesterday I was deep within my power. I knew with certainty what I needed to do.
My purpose was as set as marble.

As sudden as one tiny spark, the rug shifts beneath my footing.

It starts from the outside, and works it’s way through the corridors of my psyche.
Gently at first, as a mother’s fingertip brushes the cheek of her baby,
before sneaking away
To let her cry it out.

Then it starts rolling in
As thick as smoke.
Knocking down the lions like a stampede of consternations.

I am left floating in the ether
Withered and shamed.

Closing my eyes I try to remember.
What was it I was sent here to do?
Oh, I nearly forgot…

To trust blindly.

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