The more I feel my purpose the more it feels like I have none, my insecurities are eating me alive.
This tension across my shoulders
Feels like it is ripping me in two
This emotion of I'm not good enough
I'm failing at my own dreams too
When you hear the inner voice saying
What's the point as you've been told
Nothing is ever good enough you're a wasted peace of space
As if you have anything to teach when you can't even spell
I'm stepping even more out of my comfort zone
With this I start to remember the negative things through my life
I'm riding through this wave to write it all away
Remembering always that impossible I make possible
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just writing through the doubts and fear/anxiety.
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I wonder at you being so harsh with yourself. You are a human thing, a man, a man like many riddled with imperfection - it's just the way we are made.
But if ever a man fought his demons it's you. And you've let us see some of your struggles too.
Have a break from this serious stuff and laugh, yes laugh at your failings. Love yourself. You strive for self knowledge, self improvement, a spiritual path. Look around yourself... there aren't so many people as aware as you. You're courageous, brave, a fighter.
You are no longer yesterdays man, you've lifted yourself. You're not perfect yet - but who is.
My good friend your words bring up tears of why do I keep being so harsh on my self. I do need to find the laughter and fun from this adventure I'm on, your reflection of me helps quite this tortures voice that still can creap up and make be put my head down.
The words you write will lead you to the brightness in your life, keep writing and get rid of your demons onto the page.
Thank you my friend
Today is alot better
Much peace and respect
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