Cuts to the quick.
Tearing up rationality and reasoning…
Never feels that way.
Piercing through stony resolve to catch a glimpse of uncertainty…
Clings to my shirtsleeve,
Working its way up to my ear and nestling…
Speaks in tongues and riddles,
Muddling and meddling in gray matter…
Casts its doubting net,
Unintended dolphins of doubt floundering under its pull…
I won’t be fearful for long,
Though the shadows of uncertainty cloud the sunny skies that surround me,
Fear is stubborn,
But has yet to crush my conviction.