Self-Doubt

Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/10/15/w3-prompt-181-weave-written-weekly/

Bound beyond a brutal, self-doubt mist

unable to step out of the silent shadows

scared to make the first muddled move

hand hovers over traumatised keys

wondering if it is the right thing

to build bridges because of loneliness.

When human connection is lost, the heart refuses to give up.

Memories of a different time

where mobile phones weren’t

the only connection, where we

visited loved ones, to share our

commitment. Too easy to allow

algorithsms to send a message.

Better to call, even if you are afraid

and show that we thrive beyond metal.

When human connection is lost, the heart refuses to give up.

Veins pounding in the unknown

tapping the number, still not sure

the ringtone continues, each second

makes it difficult to stay. Family, friends

worth the effort. A familair voice says

hello, I love you, shall we meet?

When human connection is lost, the heart refuses to give up.