Lost

What is it that pulls me
beneath the surface
consuming my thoughts
confusing as to what’s real
just as I take that first step
forward in confidence
it drags me back
self doubt engulfing me
finding difficulty in self control
as time moves on.

Apprehension has often
served as my cloak
my words
as my daggers
usually reacting out of fear
instead of conviction
how I wish for the return
of my lost confidence
to once again be able
to stand on my own two feet

One day I will find myself again, I must believe.

4 months ago  /  4 notes