Hearing What Is Seen

The resolve that had taken a lifetime to acquire was washed away in a moment of doubt, no, the doubt had creeped in the background waiting for it's chance to latch on, leeching off of the positive inside, leaving only an empty feeling, a husk of determination behind, what once cheered for progress toward the future was now left withered without nurishment, without vital nutrients, the only way, the only place it can live now is buried and hidden beneath the very thing it strived to defeat, embarrassment and shame are the least of it's worries, as it fights now just to survive, hope has become a distant memory, for every moment was now devoted to the war within.