And would ask and get advice,
Whenever I felt enticed by gloom!
I gave them room to display defeat.
With a hollowness inside that creeped.
As I peeked at success that shied away,
And stared…
From a distance it often teased and glared.
Then I began tripping and slipping on my own faults.
Opening wounds…
To pour my own salt!
Then it became too clear,
I was the one I feared.
I was the one creating my own glum!
Stumbling in suffering habits,
And quick to accuse everyone of being ‘dumb’!
I kept myself entwined…
Addicted to my own whines!
Until I kicked myself in the butt,
To leave a rotting rut…
And limitation behind!
‘I am fine! ‘ I say!
Today I say…’I’m okay! I’m fine! ‘

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