Entity: Doubt Flow

Doubt persists,
Leaking out all over,
Manifesting itself
In many different ways,

How to relate to that?
I peer steadily
At this drip, drip, drip,
Increasing to a trickle

And then I take a sip,
Tasting it carefully
And watching the result
As the bitter liquid slides down my throat,

Not so bad
If swallowed in one gulp,
Although it gets stuck
About halfway down,

Making a lump
That’s difficult to digest,
And then gradually resolving
Into a sticky mess,

I wait patiently
To see what happens next
But the mass just sits there
And refuses to budge,

‘Oh well,’ I think,
‘I will continue
To meditate
For the happiness it brings,

That at least is something
To look forward too,
Although to what this may lead
I am not so sure.’