I try my best not to look back at the girl I used to be. Not let her taunt me into falling & ending up where I was before. She's served me no purpose. But she continues to plant seeds of doubt in my conscious. I do my best to find them before they root & sprout into something I don't want them to become. Trees of insecurity, anxiety and regret with leaves that are already dead. She begs me to fall back into my old ways. She's the enemy that I never seem to escape. I refuse to let her take me out though. It's an everyday battle with that girl but I'm new now. She's has strategy but no strength. I will be victorious.
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Yes I loved this and can relate on many levels!!
Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
I wish for your victory.
Thank you.
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