Doubt is a gift
For in questioning
We free ourselves
No longer but adrift
Upon a sea
Of possibility
Where currents
Dictate personal hells

Instead
Choose to swim
Find a shore to lay upon
And carve your mark therein
Upon the sands of time

Despite
The rising tides
Of faceless fate
A passerby
May learn your name
And for a time
You will be one of many