I can’t do it, I’ve tried and tried.
Why should I be persuaded
just to fall on my face again?
If they know I care, I’ll look weak,
foolish when it doesn’t work – again.

Doubt is a hobble that holds me in,
confines me where I am whether I’d stay
or go. Can I change the strap, make it a tether,
tying me to hope, to belief, to dreams?