It takes bravery blustering about so haphazardly, like unsecured cargo.
Cargo whose entire purpose remains as simple as moving between two places; undamaged.
Yet you cannot even do that, can you? Remain undamaged? Un-shorn from your moorings? No. Because you are unsecured-
-Insecure(d).
Perhaps it is your own blind bravery bolstering your beliefs- Or perhaps not.
Perhaps, it is your lack of any pondered plan or predetermined paradigm that hangs you out to dry- Or perhaps not.
But what I do know is this:
Regardless of pondered plans or blind bravery, all that remains is finding a way to fix yourself.
Wacky Wild I be spitting these poems out way too much recently. I guess its because I've got the time, but idk, sometimes they don't feel all that creative.