Doubt wraps around me
Like a ghost.
It's fingers coming out
In the mist
To snatch and tear
At my defenses.
I try to fight back
Reaching out into a fog
That disappears
Before I can grasp at it.
Exhausted
I sit broken
Allowing it to start creeping
Into my heart.
How can I defeat it
When I don't even know
Where to start?

A. Beckman 2000