sometimes I don’t feel that strong
like I’m hanging by a thread of sanity
clinging to old insecurities
weary with transparent weakness
my confidence fails me
sometimes I don’t feel that wise
like I’m starting all over again
memory betrays lessons learned
dropping the guise of maturity
reveals a frightened little girl ~
Copyright ©1999 Angela Schofield
Author's notes:
I wrote this over 10 years ago. I've grown considerably since then and come to realize that the key to overcoming these obstacles is not just to write about them, but to understand that I am not the only one struggling with them. This poem could ring true for even the strongest and most successful of people.
It also helps if you don't languish and wallow about in the pain and misery of life, as I've been so prone to do. I think they refer to it as being "emo" these days. In my time it was just called self-pity. But isn't that a right, nay, requirement of the teenager and/or tortured artist?
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