"The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
Sylvia Plath
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Belief
I saw the scars on your hands;
you let me touch your side and feet.
But I did not believe.You took me back in time;
I saw your anguish as they nailed you to the cross.
I still did not believe.The crowd and soldiers laughed at you;
in silence, you bore it all.
Even then, I did not believe.I heard your voice from the cross;
you asked Him to forgive us all.
Yet, I did not believe.Finally, you took me in to hug;
I felt love's warmth from deep inside your soul.
Only then did I believe.