Self Doubt Poem by Gerry Legister

The mirror holds fears untold
Of what seems to be my reflection.
A cloak of self-doubt hard and cold,
Not feeling the apparent emotion.

I am like a vague passing soul
Not knowing all the unknown roles,
Or what the future emblazoned hold,
Opportunity casting away my pearls.

Am I a pro self-doubting foe?
Going about daily roles with difficulty,
Identifying the person I thought I know,
Doubting where faith should be the reality.

Judging the absence of evidence on its merit
Finds glory in the depth of truth inherit.