I’m sharing an old (7 years old ) poem I wrote. Growth can happen, and change can be good
I refuse to live in don’t anymore
I will cradle fear if it must cling
I want health
I will eat confidence
until it reaks through my pores like garlic
and sears the faces of my demons
lighting the darkness of a lonesome soul
never dead I will let my demons walk
but these tongue less demons will only whisper
and I will listen as my heart talks
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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