Doubts and fears control me
Like termites
They eat away at my heartwood
Unseen
The bark of my soul
Pristine
Outwardly fine
No visible scars
They're all inside me
An oak I stand
Belying the frailty of my soul
Structurally unsound
Ready to fall
At a single word
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:19 PM UTC
Doubts and fears control me
Like termites
They eat away at my heartwood
Unseen
The bark of my soul
Pristine
Outwardly fine
No visible scars
They're all inside me
An oak I stand
Belying the frailty of my soul
Structurally unsound
Ready to fall
At a single word
Found this in my drafts from 2020
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