Doubt is a plague

Following on the heels

Of a devil

Calling himself anxiety

The constant state of alert

The gnawing worry

That whispers in the night

Pulling me out of dreams

And into the tossing

And turning

Of my mind

Until

Like a soft rain

Breath connects

Warmth returns

And the body sinks

Into peace and rest

Letting calm flow

Until the next battle

Rises in the night

Stealing rest

And chasing details

Of the insignificant – Caroline A. Slee