Dec 2019
In my head again
fighting a battle
I know I can't win.
Shut down or stand up,
never good enough.
Insecurities.
Conceding no more,
hesitation gone,
I've settled the score.
Look in the mirror,
dismiss my disguise.
Fierce and Strong I rise.
fighting a battle
I know I can't win.
Shut down or stand up,
never good enough.
Insecurities.
Conceding no more,
hesitation gone,
I've settled the score.
Look in the mirror,
dismiss my disguise.
Fierce and Strong I rise.
Still pretty new to poetry and trying different styles. This one I believe is called syllabic verse and contains 5 syllables per line. Thank you for reading hope you enjoy it. Thank you to all whom love and support me. Special thanks to my husband, children, brother and friends (S.M., C.H. and anyone else I forgot.) Thank you C. Love for the revising suggestions and Gretchen Miller for the title.
