I wasn't sure of the best way to present this poem, so I did it two ways. Let me know your thoughts on the poem and the presentation.
Doubt
Doubt
Covers my soul
Like ice rain
Its viscous drizzle
Encasing me in worry
Leaving me petrified
Frozen in the beauty
Of my accomplishments
Solidified with fear
But the weight
It drags me down
Bending and contorting me
Changing me
Into a grotesque mutation
Of what I was
And what I should be
Distorted
While I long to
stand tall again
Doubt
Covers my soul
Like ice rain
Its viscous drizzle
Encasing me in worry
Leaving me petrified
Frozen in the beauty
Of my accomplishments
Solidified with fear
But the weight
It drags me down
Bending and contorting me
Changing me
Into a grotesque mutation
Of what I was
And what I should be
Distorted
While I long to
stand tall again
I happened to capture this little tree in the ice storm I experienced the other day. I have more pictures here and again here. I was struck by an analogy at that moment. Recently, I have been struggling with self doubt. I'm relatively successful, but things haven't quite been going my way. I saw a likeness in they way that the ice slowly gathered on the tree. It was pretty, but eventually the tree began to crumble under the weight of it. I see a similar effect with doubt. That's what I was trying to capture with both the poem and the photos.
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