The Essentials of Self-Doubt (A Poem)

An honest poem about self-doubt, leadership, humility, and the creative process.

“It’s been written before,
And, tell me, who am I
To write anything for
Anyone, anyway?

The question, it lingers.
Hot breath on a window.
Beyond, the great, wide world
Stands waiting, unaware

I repeat, I shout, and
This fog, it comes and fades.
The glass surface marked up
With fingerprints of fear

The world, it cannot hear me.
But even if it could,
Out there, my self-judgment
Would dissolve to thin air

Out there, in the real world,
My worries are just wind,
Soon to be a flower’s breath.
I can trap myself nowhere

So I sit in this glass room
Entwined with the silence.
Imprisoning myself, here
My suffering has meaning.

I sit with it a while.
Rub grief between my fingers,
Smudge failure on my thighs,
Breathe doubt into my lungs.

And when that is okay,
I will, again, face the day.
More humble, yet more keen.
Less certain, yet more real.

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Vironika Tugaleva

Like every human being, Vironika Tugaleva is an ever-changing mystery. At the time of writing this, she was a life coach, digital nomad, and award-winning author of two books (The Love Mindset and The Art of Talking to Yourself). She spent her days writing, dancing, singing, running, doing yoga, going on adventures, and having long conversations. But that was then. Who knows what she's doing now? Keep up on her blog at

4 Responses

  1. Karin Sieger says:

    Suffering has meaning – the key to healing. Thank you, Vironika.

  2. Sabra Zay says:

    That is beautiful Vironika. Thank you for sharing.

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