Murky waters

A poem for when you're sinking in self-doubt

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I plummeted
Down
Depths
Sinking

In a never-ending pool
Of murky waters
Where nothing exists
Or breeds
Except the seeds of doubt

No sound
Or sights can be seen
As it swallows your dreams

Who knows how far I will sink
Swirling and circling
A heavy heart
Wants to plunge
Into the comfort of darkness

Until at least
The rising sun
With its silver rays
Drowns the shadows and greys

Turning that mucky seed
Into
The most magnificent bloom
You have ever seen!

We all suffer from self-doubt, it’s a curse of being human. For me it’s been one of my hardest obstacles in my writing journey, feeling like an imposter and letting the doubt seep in and penetrate.