I Still Believe in Me
Restlessness percolates through my veins
My soul mutters guidance I can’t quite hear
My heart hammers in protest
I forget to breathe
Why can’t I make out destiny’s voice?
When others seem capable of belting out her words
Like lyrics from a favorite song?
Clarity escapes me
Everyone else forges ahead with impressive accomplishments
Yet I flounder
Seeking an outlet to pour the best of myself
Filling pages with inspiring bits
Not merely the first thought that spills forth
All the while struggling to lift a spirit pummeled by self-doubt
Loyalty and support ebb and flow
So tempting to turn to another to field my dreams
A scapegoat to gesture toward when progress stalls
But no one can do this for me
A mountain I must scale alone
I persevere
Certain my soul has a plan
Tightening my boot laces
I stare boldly into the sun’s blinding glare
Dirt scuttles across the vacant trail
And I still believe in me
LUGGAGE Lady 
Yeah, baby. Compare your mountain climbing “Mind Over Mountain” post :). I totally empathize with the self-doubt, bewilderment. Thanks for sharing so eloquently and honestly, LL. xoxo