Self doubt, self worry
Self inflicted, adopted
Unjustified, unwanted
But everpresent and growing
At the back of every thought, every breath is
I’m just not good enough
I’m paranoid,
I’m afraid
I’m a coward,
I’m not strong enough
The litany goes on and on
a rumbling stone
That grows from a pebble in my shoe
to the planet-sized boulder
Threatening to crush me,
my life, my dreams
I need a rock crusher,
I need to pick that pebble and toss it away
before it destroys my day
my week, my year, my life
Let’s not throw stones at each other
Bitter, hard rocky words
that maim in the still silence
Instead let’s all gather those pebbles
And build a path of hopes and dreams