“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt” — Sylvia plath
Ever since I entered harsh existence of this world,
face palmed by insecurities whirling around.
The doubt arrived when aimed for something ahead,
that left the moment when exceeded the limits
Took the choice out
of social compulsion,
realized to run away
from this bubble of execution,
starting out from the scratch,
for my dreams to an extension.
The phase of life is a mere hurdle race,
got to jump every meter to ace,
it's not a race but to know who stays.
Remember there are times,
that hurdle raise
just to see the fright in face,
Sometimes up and sometimes down,
the process is a mystery, later known
Why nothing is working out for me? — a self doubt
Instead of validating, went for a call,
to make this Mr.doubt to go self-doubt,
to make him vanish out of thin air fast
Humans experience the illusion of thoughts,
which invades our minds on our longer path
Unwelcomed guest knock the door,
furious to enter,
to create a mess
Never frown,
never feel down
stop by,
with a grinning face,
saying,
“you’ve chosen the wrong one”
“You’re busy doubting yourself while others initidimated by your full potential”
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