Suspicion, whispering in the dark
Says I am a failure
Says I can't do anything
Belittles my ability and gifts
But I don't have to listen to it.
Beneath consideration
Barely a echo in the dark
Instead, I choose to listen to my confidence
Inwardly, the peals of joy ringing from
Inside the assurance of what I have and do
Remind me that I can do this.
Remember, clear as the water of an icicle
Reveal the crystals hidden in the mundane
Remember the gift of self and purpose.
Arising from deep within the soul
Are the gifts and life and love;
Aimless, drifting in the wind
Fears, doubts, and indecision.
You don't have to listen to the whispers in the dark
You have what you need to do what
You were always meant to do.
JE LEEST
Attic flower
PoëzieA flower found in the attic is a treasure bringing back good memories of great times. This anthology is a collection of all kinds of poetry, like the contents of a good old attic.
