Wilderness of Mirrors

Doubt, you inconsiderate beast,
rapist of conclusions laid to rest
you resurrect another flight
of the stomach into a storm.
For you elation eats itself,
turns into a vicious wolf.
Discomfort's seesaw up, down,
waving but then drowning.
For you a cloud becomes
a path of rocks. Joy now,
but will tomorrow breed
another fulsome snake,
gripped about my neck?
Doubt, you witch of breath,
thunderstealer of fecklessness,
shaker of foundations,
mirror in my wilderness.