Doubts come to me,
Like moths to the flame,
To cloud me in shame
And hide me from life.
I cannot push through
My own doubts,
But turn to face them,
And see through them.
I cannot scold or hurt them,
Only myself.
I must hold back,
Withdraw to the centre
And let my weakness
Become my strength,
Let the idleness of their purpose
Fade,
And turn like the tide,
To push me,
Like the currents,
Onward to bliss.