Doubt

What is doubt

And all negativity

But a river’s sediment?

A weighing down

Dirt in the river

Flowing sure

And like all things

Down at the bottom

It’ll wash away

No bother to the water

Not an issue to the swimmer

And a bed for reeds and weed-flowers

What will it be to you?

A muddy bed, or gritty sand?

Where you grind your grievances?

Or do you let it drop

Let it lie

And flow away with your actions?

By J.W.H. Hobbs.