I see you standing, lurking behind the tree
I feel your presence, hear the shallow breaths
whispers that are prickly on my arm and neck hair
I smell the over-ripe coat and hat as you approach
and I think, it doesn’t seem that long ago that I last saw you
Then I hear that familiar knock on my self-esteem’s door
I would like to say that self-doubt comes uninvited
but that would not be honest
most definitely unwanted
but I believe unconsciously invited
I open the door, and with its hat in hand
I invite doubt in for a cup of tea
and listen as it tells me what it thinks of me
Outwardly, to others, it appears ” I’m fine”
Outwardly, I look strong and determined
I am strong and determined
But as self-doubt sips its tea
it slyly presses play; spinning old tapes
that drone familiar chants of, “You’re not good enough
not worthy, not well enough, not smart enough, give up”
the smell of fear and rejection hang in the air between us
I feel a sinister dark-dread
creep up my spine trying to blacken and shred my self-esteem
The grasp of my thinly held mantra
that my inner beauty, strength, and talent
far outweigh any deficits that I have
begins to fade as self-doubt asks to extend tea time
into a meal and a nice nap
I’ve heard enough, felt enough, spiraled enough
I can’t entertain it any longer, I’m done
I clear the tea, thank it for its visit and show self-doubt the door
As soon as it’s gone the air is clear, fresh
and I take control of internal thoughts about myself
and how I’m navigating the world around me
I give myself room to breathe, change, and grow
emerging once again from the shadows of the shame of PTSD
As this bout of self-doubt fades onto a distant shore
I understand that I may again, hear this familiar knock on my door
and when I do, I’ll invite it in for a cup of tea
and listen with a loving, compassionate ear
These days the visits are shorter, and farther between
but I know that although unwanted, self-doubt does not come uninvited
Artwork: Janet Rosauer
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
Thank you, Alyssa! I hope you are well! ❤️
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I am sorry that I am a little behind, but I had to take a moment to tell you how beautiful this was. Your talent is unbelievably amazing!! I really love reading what you write and feel every word!
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Thank You!!
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Wow. Amazing.🥂
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Thank you! And beautifully stated 😊
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I love this. We have all been in this situation before but as long as we remember to open the door and let it leave. It can not consume us, we are more stronger and wiser
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My friend drew that for this writing. I love it!
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Thank You, Nicole 💐
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Thank you! Ohhh, I complain plenty 😃
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The illustration is what is referred to as a shadow figure.
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I suppose that’s true, that we must take responsibility for our thoughts, but I accept it begrudgingly.
I admire your willingness to accept that, and without complaint. Me? I am a complainer… : )
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Thank you!
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I know it’s hard 😦 I liked your poem a lot!
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Thank you! 😊
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Well expressed! And so relatable 😊
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