Doubt steals my joy

Joyous moments  given 

Given freely 

Without any fine print

which can be used 

To manipulate you into submission 

Manipulate you into surrender 

Joyous moments not obtained 

Through transactions with the devil 

Joy 

Oh such a precious 

fragile thing 

which can slip through your 

fingertips 

The way wet soap slips 

escapes

your clutches when in water 

Hate when doubt creeps in 

Disrupting joyous moments 

A million questions plaguing your thoughts

making you doubt the sincerity 

of those precious joyous moments 

Doubt I plead with thee 

not to steal those  moments 

from me