The mirror holds fears untold
Of what seems to be my reflection.
A cloak of self-doubt hard and cold,
Not feeling the apparent emotion.
I am like a vague passing soul
Not knowing all the unknown roles,
Or what the future emblazoned hold,
Opportunity casting away my pearls.
Am I a pro self-doubting foe?
Going about daily roles with difficulty,
Identifying the person I thought I know,
Doubting where faith should be the reality.
Judging the absence of evidence on its merit
Finds glory in the depth of truth inherit.
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Author:
Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Doubt is a place we frequently walk when we are unsure of the path we are taking
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Doubt can cut the feet right out from under us can't it.......... thoughtful poem.
Doubt can be there but it will be replaced by positivity.
That man in the mirror is only a reflection of your self, the true you is inside you.
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