Uncertainties

_{There is a place in my brain where
thoughts are rushing around all day,
trying not to trip over each other
and failing miserably. They
shriek and fight and hide in corners
rocking themselves, while some look on in horror
and continue to do nothing. There is another
place where all the other
thoughts are shaking their heads, and they
are quite a bit more friendly than the other ones.
I am gently lifted off the ground and dusted off,
and some nice plump thought
gives me a cup of tea
and wraps a blanket around me.
“There there,” it says,
“we all have our uncertainties.”}







Doubt is a terribly destructive thing, and I try to stay as far away from it as possible.