Gift of Madness

I know that doubt is a gift
How else should I be able
To determine what is
Or what is not
Than to have the full range
And yet I know
My brain has the gift of madness
My soul has doubt
My flesh is a pillar of weakness
My dreams are nightmares
My spirit screams in despair
Still knowing
What I believe and know to be
Doubt is a gift
All I determine to be true
Is held safely in my hidden place
So that nothing might shake me
I am ready