Confounded

Regaining a confident spirit, as positivity blossoms within. The utter sense of a rut has vanished, the charismatic advanceman is back in control. Waiting to tackle any and every obstacle with urgency and admirable aggressiveness. Feening for opportunity to make his voice be heard, to speak out above all others. But just then timidity grips his core, he can utter no word. Panting, gasping for a breath...why is such a change so rapid? Confused, all are waiting for the aggressive natured potentate to arrive, but he is no more. Replaced by a gentle mild mannered individual, he lies in the company of beast-like characters...waiting to envelope him. He withdraws from the situation, doubting himself and his abilities. His doubts, his motives, are all called into question. What has happened to the mind and heart of such a respected obelisk-like figure? He used to dwell by the belief of trusting himself when doubted and reviled by all others. But now when doubting himself, what doctrine is to be of a consolation? Withdrawing...fear gripping...there seems to be no reflective insight, no thinking or wishing of solution. Only debilitating doubt and an utter dread of the day to be dawned.