A haunting piece whose power lies in how it encapsulates the inner voice of doubt, that many experience, but rarely articulate.

Does it feel personal and universally relatable, a fragile cry that lingers in the silence after the final question?

The Monologue of Self Doubt

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a secret place I sometimes go
Where the birds don't play

For all hopes of love and happiness have flown away

A sacred place where the skies are dull and grey all day

Sailing by lonely, with nothing to say

As I pray to a strange God and whisper

Why did you make me this way?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy