No Patience For Self Doubt
The first time my inner voice spoke she whispered.
Her voice was soft, kind and convincing.
She said, “Not yet.”
And I listened I blew at that tiny flame inside of me and it went out.
The second time my inner voice spoke,
she brought with her a friend
She introduced him as Anxiety.
His voice was stern, domineering, unyielding.
When he spoke, my hands shook
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, and my heart pounded violently.
He said, “You will fail.” And I believed him.
Then, self-doubt held my hand and cooed,”
You’ll fail now, but not next time.”
I liked her gentler voice.
So I nodded and waited
Only, next time, she brought a friend, Fear,
Then anotherPerfectionism,
Then another Comparison,
Then another…Until I lost count.
Now, she doesn’t even speak anymore
I no longer need convincing.
There’s no flame left to snuff out, no sprouting seed to kill.
I’m an accessory in a room,
clapping for those who never had patience for self doubt.
Nice poem, anxiety being a man though🤔, abeg na😂.
Ikr 😂. I just wanted to be inclusive, since Self doubt is already female.
Keep it up girl I’m proud of u.
Thank youuu!
Nice poem👍
Thank youuu 🖤
I love it
It really speaks to me
I’m glad you do. Thank you for reading.
Positively giving, keep it up 👍
Thank youuu!
Good one it is. Job well done 👍🏾
do those who still have lingering patience for self doubt get an applause, too? some sort of um, encouragement?
P.S. Great poem.