I'm struggling on a daily basis,
Battling my doubting emotional twin,
To overcome my lack of self confidence,
There IS more to life than just existing.
I have some special friends,
To boost my spirits when I am down,
I have my loving family,
They MUST think I'm a clown.
I have my music and poetry,
Within them I am at last set free,
I feel I've come home again,
This is what is meant for me.
I'm trying hard, but still so fragile,
My feelings are easily hurt,
Embraced by self loathing,
Kicking around in the dirt.
I pray for an end to this downer,
An end to all the doubt,
To believe in myself totally again,
Not feeling alone and left out.
I miss that confidence,
In days gone by nothing could stop me,
I'd take on anyone or anything,
Happy, smiling, and free.
If I stood on a stage once more,
As I dearly loved to do,
Not a true note would leave my mouth,
And there'd be nothing I could do!
There is a confidence returning,
Slow in it's recovery,
Everyone else seems to like me well enough,
Now if I could just love me.
So, I'm fighting these doubts,
Trying to be strong and true,
Trying, then sliding, then trying again,
It's all that's left for me to do.
Goodbye to fragileness,
Hello to new strength and vigour,
But just remember this glimpse of me,
I'm not all I appear.
Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing...
(Daughter of Mystery)