Doubt

Oh, doubt.

The one who shakes

Who spins

To turn

These thoughts

Around again

Once you were a thorn in my side

Prodding

Pushing

Bullying

Until then you finally

Were revealed

And a realization hit:

There was good that came

Out of that fight

The other side to a question

Is an answer

The other side of

Wrestling

Is rest

The other side of proofing

Is bulletproof glass

Truth has the ability

To stand against you

So that we may all finally see

What remains

After the pruning

And wind separates

The wheat from the chaff

It has been said that

If there be doubt

We may not receive

But wrestling with doubt

To win

Is another story

Though doubt be assaulting,

It may not prevail

But will sharpen,

Distil,

Refine

Through fire

And will

Prove and point

To exactly

What doubt is asking

To succumb

Victorious,

Truth will rise

From the ashes

Making clear,

Pure

Beauty

Truth will ultimately

Prevail–

She will win.

As if she was never

Questioned at all