Doubt

The amount that doubt, puts me in a trough.

There is pain that weakens me where ever I go.

The negativity breaking down at my neuroplasticity.

Makes me wonder, if anyone is into me.

The doubters will say this and that, putting me into a isolated shack.

But it will only drive me more, thank you doubters, for opening more doors.

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That sounds like an oxymoron, but it isn’t. I have a spectrum when it comes to how comfortable I am asking uncomfortable questions ranging from ‘not comfortable at all’ to ‘it comes naturally to me’…

As a privileged White male, I worry after all this pain, loss and suffering that the message will be lost – so that’s where I want to focus.