5.20.10

It was my insecurities that held me captive for so many years. They bound my hands behind me, and from the shadows, whispered softly in my ear. And it was those soft words of fear that made me act as I did. With the wisdom I have now, I wish those moments I could relive. But the past has long moved on, and grasped another poor soul. And as I stand here now, I question if I can ever feel whole. But like my fears before them, questions consume my days. I see no answers within sight, and so I fight against the pain. But despite my greatest efforts the struggle gains more ground. And as I grow self-conscious, every ounce turns to a pound. Soon it’s a ton I’m up against. The pressure’s overwhelming, the weight is so immense. And with my body tense, I try to exhale. And with a few short breaths, I realize that I did not fail. No matter how big the mistake, there is always somewhere to go. Doubt is not the only road.