When doubt casts over your shoulder
amd you wish that you were older,
mature to face the questions-as-must,
secure to see your face in the dust,
.....
You were probably right to feel insecure,
this damsel, demure (!) , until once more,
doubt's roots curl into your darting eyes.
Disappointed perhaps. But not suprised.
Tara McH
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-doubt/
