Doubt Poem by hannah hatfield

Doubt is a creature that feeds on the unknown.
It burrows in your brain
injecting its venom into your deepest roots,
uplifting your fears and hiding the truth.
I have to trust my instinct
and my instincts always the same
I believe you loved me much more than the doubt seems to say.

You could of chosen to leave,
but like a dog you came back.
The twists and turns led you home,
but the final hill was too high to climb,
with the weight of your misfortune pulling at your side.
With your hand on the trigger,
and my heart on the ground.