Self-Doubt

Naked and nesting in soft womb

unclothed to ways of the world

nestled in heavenly comfort

hiding beneath light of insecurity

barefoot, trapped in silk underbelly

cleansing my wounds of yesterday

feeling hollowness sway in my cavity

fracturing thin pane of glass, cracking

opening wide the windows to my soul

climbing out of my dusky abyss

treading unshod in forgiving breeze.