Doubt

What is doubt
And all negativity
But a river’s sediment?

A weighing down
Dirt in the river
Flowing sure

And like all things
Down at the bottom
It’ll wash away

No bother to the water
Not an issue to the swimmer
And a bed for reeds and weed-flowers

What will it be to you?
A muddy bed, or gritty sand?
Where you grind your grievances?

Or do you let it drop
Let it lie
And flow away with your actions?

By J.W.H.Hobbs