Doubt. It circles overhead… like carrion, looking to strip the meat from my bones, until I am no more than bones.
I am convinced of the making, but the maker; Me… and the past catching up to me. Best not to amuse the mind with thoughts of roads untraveled. These choices, the action (or, inaction) of a different time.
I am alive! I am alive and well. I am here to share my moment. I am here to love wholly, discharged from my being. This doubt is only reminding me. Really.