It’s like a stutter.
That feeling of self-doubt; One of the forces behind depression that can destroy your present. That dry and neglected grass that a spark of self loathing can burn ablaze.
I doused it today. I held it and let my awareness cry with it.
My tears were like rushing rivers, free and strong
Washing away the dead things and pestilence that clinge themselves to sadness.
Healing the field of my heart gave me trust in my soul
For the moment, confidence is now mine to live.