What do you want to visit?
My mind doesn’t strike
—it bargains.
It trades in my oldest fears,
my sharpest failures.
Each time I climb,
it tugs me softly back into doubt.
The cruelest trick?
It never speaks as an adversary.
It speaks in my own voice—
and that’s why
~~ I surrender.
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3 responses to “Alone Me”
And that is the scary part, it doesn’t speak as an adversary. Do we know what we harbour inside? Memories have come up that I don’t recall living that part of life.
Yep. Well hello and I love your views. Views I don’t always see. Ones that makes sense. Thank you.
That’s the beauty of reading each other’s thoughts. We get to see perspectives we don’t have.
Oh I have more nonsense.