TREE OF DOUBT

In the mind’s dim clearing  
a single seed takes root~  
small, harmless, almost tender,  
a question you never meant  
to water.  

But doubt grows quickly.  
It learns the shape of your fears,  
drinks from every hesitation,  
spreads its shadowed branches  
over your brightest thoughts.  

Its fruit is bitter knowing,  
the kind that sours the tongue~  
what if, what if, what if...  
hanging heavy like overripe plums  
you’re afraid to touch.  

And here is the lesson:  
the tree is not the forest.  
Step back, breathe,  
let sunlight find the leaves  
you thought were closing in.  

For even the Tree of Doubt  
cannot survive long  
when you choose to stand  
in the clearing  
and name it.

12th gradeencouragingdidactic

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