Self-Doubt

That’s what the Heart does…

It sets Itself on something,
Then makes me ache for it.
Lose sleep ‘n sanity over It’s whims
And travel the world in search.

When I’m about to get there
After bracing all odd of odds
It turns and sits and wonders
Drowning Itself in doubt
Flooding me with wrath.

It expects me to have answers
A thing I thought, (and they told me) –
It was meant to do for me.
“This is what I think I want,
But are you sure about it?”
If only I knew, or could find out somehow,
But there wont be a way easy...

Such times I only wish, and desperately so,
To rip It out and throw for once away.