Maggot

Maggot

I have my own familiar maggot.

Been burrowing my brain for years.

It's firmly lodged inside now.

A trail of doubt left in its wake.

The like of which a stubbornness sticks,

To many, many thoughts.

It has a dull, vibrating sound.

And so vivid is its presence,

I believed it was my inner core.

Now I see it was planted by experience still raw.

The doubting maggot is not there from birth.

We share it from ear to ear.

S. Camplin