Second thoughts are little killers
Pangs of doubt that rip my mind.
Weaving tendrils of confusion
all the questions left behind.
Tendrils wrapping all around me
twining through my thoughts and dreams.
Bringing darkness to surround me
I am lost or so it seems.
To fight the doubt is in my nature
first decisions are my guide.
I know my feelings are the right ones,
From the darkness I can hide.
A surge of strength to break the tendrils,
free my thoughts and know what’s right.
To trust my instincts are correct ones.
Basking in the truth of light.