Doubt

On the top of the stair

Sat a thought and a prayer

Down the steps the pair

They stare

“Have faith.”

And with haste

The prayer tumbled

At quite the pace

Landing below with glee on its face

But

A thought must think

It totters right on the brink

With fear it shrinks

Til one last blink

It starts to sink

A stair would creak

Each step may squeak

Then a prayer would speak

“Don’t look so bleak.”

A thought will shriek

“I’m trying to sneak!”

To the top

One last peak

A final leap

Thought lands on one two feet

On the land

Thought and prayer stand

Linked together

With shaky hands

Together to brave

The doubts of man

Author's Note

Never wrote a poem that rhymed before, so why not?