I step onto the battlefield. Unarmed, I join the fight.
Almighty God from Heaven above! Save me from this plight!
Searing pain fills my gut; from where I know not came the blow.
What kind of pain can do this? Agony is all I know.
I fall on my back and wait for the next—and surely, Reader, it came!
This time it struck my heart, my core, and it was the greatest of all pain.
Hot breath wafts my face; the gurgle of laughter tickles my ears.
“You are mine now,” a triumphant voice confirms my worst of fears.
It was not a man or beast that struck me; No Devil was my bane.
Heaven and Hell had no part to play in my agonizing pain.
I opened my eyes and saw my foe, Doubt held her ax with glee.
All this time I barely fought, and the war—the battle—was me!
Doubt’s mouth curled, her eyes sparkled with the evil she planned.
She raised the ax above her head, and I raised my hand.
I grabbed the blasted ax, right at its sharpest end.
But no cut met my palm, nothing that needed to mend.
Doubt doubled back with a cry; her eyes wild with disbelief.
She screamed as I had, yet now she shook like a lowly leaf.
I took the ax and struck with blows I never thought I could do.
“You’re gone!” I shout my triumph. “Never again shall I know you!”
The battle is over, and Doubt’s mangled corpse lies at my feet.
The joy I have is bliss, Reader, for I did not know defeat.
But Doubt is healing, she will be back, just like the night follows the day.
Her blows are heavy, the pain is real, and sometimes they don’t go away.
But if she turns your goals into a battlefield
To arms, my friend, and press on! May you never yield!