Self-doubt.
Utterly debilitating,
leaves just a heart
motionless, barely beating.
Needing defibrillating
to bring it back in sync.
It infiltrates every part
of your life
like a spy trying to
connect the links,
solve the riddle of why,
without fully knowing
what the question is
and where the solution may lie.
It can make you
question every intention.
Every mention,
a double-edged sword.
You want people to see you
but you don’t want
the spotlit attention in reward.
It screws with
your mental view,
convincing you that every
move made is misconstrued,
even when people
are cheering you on
and congratulating you.
It sets you up to fail,
sailing on an ocean of one.
To keep away from those
that may cast stones.
Always feeling a burden,
a beast, of which
no-one could rely.
Even though you've
donned wings to fly.
Those spying eyes
still question why
you are the way you are,
why you sigh every time
you witness an egg crack sunset,
and why the moon sets
a glimmer of life
back in your eye.
Self-doubt, makes you feel
like you've sold out.
Your soul is hell bound
and those hellhounds
are starting to bark.
Sometimes I just feel like
taking a journey into the dark,
into something I don't know.
Just embark somewhere
I'm able to walk new paths,
let smiles wear me and flow free.
If only a friendly face
would greet me.
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