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Rain rain come today
Please wash my pain away
 7d Khoisan
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wounds take time to heal
scars remain proving they're real
the pain you still feel
The muse has no hushing,
My voice needs no shushing,
A baby boomer scribbling,
At my brain, muse nibbling,
Cool to create,
Thoughts I relate,
While world is yawning,
I write in the morning,
Verbose or terse,
My muse here in verse!
Feedback welcome.
It’s not a process
I’m going through
Letting go of you
It’s more like a quest
To find the will to settle for less
An admission
To myself that I am the less
Isn’t easy to find
I guess
A self betrays
It dances through the maze
A sly saboteur within our core
Destroying dreams we once held dear

It whispers doubt, it fuels our fears
Tempting us with wasted years
A saboteur we cant evade
For in ourselves, its roots are laid

But hope still flickers, a steadfast flame
A chance to rise and break the chain
Embrace our flaws, learn to forgive
And self-sabotage, we shall outlive
I need to overcome this habit of self sabotage. I've faced that mirror so many times the cracks have made me bleed enough.
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