The March of Inner Conflict (Poetry)

Left:
It is possible;
This idea could work;
It will become a success.

Right:
But, what if;
So much could go wrong;
Can failure be avoided?

Left:
Make a plan;
Prepare and proceed;
Deal with detours as they come.

Right:
There is fear;
What is the right way;
What if it can not be done?

Left:
Strength will win;
Let nothing distract;
The end is all that matters.

Right:
Weak and worn;
Too tired to reason;
There are too many unknowns.

God:
Stop! Be still;
Know that I am God;
I will give you peace of mind.

This struggle goes on within me and tends to paralyze me with indecision.
I have a good idea--but will it succeed? Sometimes I tentatively share my idea with someone and if there is a slightly negative response it shuts me down and I abandon the idea. Too often my fear wins out.

This poem comes out of that inner conflict and I thought it might be interesting to set it to the cadence of a march (left, right, left, right). It also fits in with the right-brain/left-brain conflict.