Best Friends With Doubt

He’s running a marathon
Up and over sidewalks
He trips and his legs scrape the cement
Blood trickles down his skin.
A distant finish line
No more than 5 feet away.
20 seconds
His legs wobble
Doubt trouts along
Seconds are ticking in his head.
Doubt loops a rope around his legs
tugging him backwards.
A pull gravity cannot fight again
Doubt throws his arm on him
Don’t compete with Doubt
For he pulls you through
To the core.

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