When I’m useless and uncreative it lays dormant, hiding in the squigglys of my brain.
It’s when I’m creative that the fireworks in my brain set it off.
It awakens like a lion. It roars my inabilities and ineptitudes.
And somehow I must vanquish it.
I must fight doubt. Tear it apart. Do.
Doubt no longer, it cries “ubt” and dies.
Until the next time.