Hanging in the back of my brain,
The voice echoes through.
"It's impossible,
It will never happen."
Everyday I push it further back,
Squash it,
Drown it,
But still it swims to the front,
Splashing, screaming to me.
Paradoxical.
To think this voice
Haunting my head
Was created by me.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Great write, Skye! We all have these fears, so please don't fret. You will push past boundaries you never thought were possible. Believe!
Thank you Christina! I sure hope I will 🙂
Excellent write sky. In you there is also a voice of confidence, faith and encouragement. Let that voice be heard.
Thank you AP! I will 🙂
Yes, our own worst enemy is usually ourselves
the annoying thing is it is always there, there is no getting away from yourself
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