doubt
we all must carry
an ounce of doubt
to remind ourselves
why we will
never
give up
the extra ounce of doubt we carry keeps us grounded,
let’s us feel the errors of our ways so we don’t float away on the dream that is certainty.
doubt is the page of history that which mirrors our present.
it portrays our fate if we refuse to forge onward.
it is our second wind,
our howl in the darkness,
our mirage that propels us forward when the odds have stacked against us.
it’s the added friction to give grip to weary feet.
it’s the memory of the future that gives life meaning.
-garr_ck
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-Dan Garrick