Jul 3
there’s something hard in my heart.
could it be a tumor? a mass?
no, it’s worse than that.
it’s doubt.
all-consuming, destructive doubt,
that eats away at my sternum and ribs,
disorienting me at every chance it gets.
doubt catches me in the undertow,
and throws me every which way,
until I ask myself:
"why did I want to swim in the first place?"
could it be a tumor? a mass?
no, it’s worse than that.
it’s doubt.
all-consuming, destructive doubt,
that eats away at my sternum and ribs,
disorienting me at every chance it gets.
doubt catches me in the undertow,
and throws me every which way,
until I ask myself:
"why did I want to swim in the first place?"
Doubt is a difficult emotion to manage, especially in the high school social scene.
Written by
Riannon without the H
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