Doubts

My fear to let go
Of my inhibitions
Just brought me
More doubts only

I let go of doubts
Without hesitation
But did I fall still
To over optimism?

I thought I let go
Yet it appears
I hadn’t just then
I might never will


Β Shared at Poets Potluck


Β© Leo 02/05/2011

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

48 thoughts on “Doubts

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  1. it will always be a mixture of everything…

    we doubt,
    we wine,
    we move on,
    we let go,
    new fears come,
    we hesitate and then either overcome or let go.

    keep writing…
    well done.

    • Thanks to Jingle.

      Yes, always a mixture of everything, and its a cyclic phase, our life! πŸ™‚ Glad you liked it.

  2. Tumbling thoughts, this takes me to a recent time when I sat in this conundrum of when my spiritual journey becomes attachment…its an odd place to dwell. Your words felt of this energy to me, powerfully done ~ Rose

    • Thanks to Thoughts Unchained.

      Glad you liked it, and I think lot of us can identify with it as well. πŸ™‚

  3. I won’t hesitate to say that, without doubt, you need not fear of being an amateur poet; this proofs you are a prof!

    • Thanks to Ina.

      I’ve never feared being the Amateur Poet actually. It’s what I have called myself since the very beginning. And I’m glad you think I’m a professional now. πŸ™‚

    • Thanks to Jessica.

      Glad you liked my way of putting across my thoughts. The stutter was there as I wrote it.

    • Thanks to Kim Nelson.

      Yes, it has some clarity, because it is something I experience often. πŸ™‚ Glad you liked the piece.

  4. I like this – I think doubt, for me, is worse than fear. Fear causes me to marshal my resources. The fight/flight response kicks in. But doubt? That’s a creeping, insidious poison that slowly eats away at everything – especially self-worth and relationships. I’m glad I read this, it made me think.

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