Doubt

You can never quite touch me, but I am always there. You sense me, but cannot see me, no matter how quickly you turn. And you can never escape me, no matter where you hide.

I am just on the cusp of realization, hovering outside your thoughts as you futilely grasp at straws. And when it comes to the moment, that shining moment of victory, I drive deep into your thoughts, to your very core of being, and leave you shaken and beaten.

I am the niggling worm beneath your skin, itching at your thoughts as you plan and prepare and think. I am the shadowy whisperer that subtly alters your perception of reality, making you distrust your friends, allies, and even dreams. At the very cusp of realization I shall come forth like a wave to knock you down, a tsunami at your doorsteps. I will be there when you are born and will be there at that very moment when Death knocks, chuckling, at your door.

You will fear me, loath my coming, detest my presence. You will wish that I had never existed, to ruin your brightest dreams into derelict blackened husks. And you would die before you would admit to needing me, needing my words and presence and that smirk lingering on the surface of your mind. But need me you will all the same.

Lie, or Truth?

Fear, or Love?

Does it really matter?

I am here all the same.

Here, to stay.