A story waiting to be told
but something deep inside
is making me withhold.
Written on these pages is a story.
A story wanting to be free
but something deep inside
is not letting it be.
Composed on this paper is a story.
A story yearning to be read
but something deep inside
is refusing to be said.
Printed on these lines is a story.
A story aching for a start
but something deep inside
is denying its true art.
Inside my heart is a story
A story seeping out
but something deep inside
is preying on my self doubt.
Release every self doubt…don’t think just do!!!
Thanks for the words of encouragement!
that’s a lovely poem and a story that many of us can relate to
there is a story within each of us and between us.
let the story seep out, like the rays of sunlight
seeping through the forest, onto the ground below.
Working on my story as we speak – I’m on chapter forty-something 🙂
Maybe it’s the time to write it but not the time to share it. Peace.
Nice poem. Keep it up! The picture kinds of blend in too. ^^
~ E
Thanks for keeping it real and welcome to the what most define as being human. When struggling with such issues, I remember the radio voice speaking to millions reminding us all that the only thing to fear is fear itself. The best summation of having the courage to live life is the Nike standard: “Just Do It!”
Self doubt knows not of logic. It shapes our perception of accomplishments and reduces them to empty feelings. Self doubt maximizes our failures and reminds us to never climb high for our dreams. To have an internal dialogue with doubt is to open the flood gates of self loathing. To speak to it, gives it strength, to ignore it, reduces it to a mythology. To speak about it externally, makes us as strong as mountains. I guess I am saying, hello strong-as-stone person.
Hello to you AgentD32, thank you so much for your kind words.
Welcome. I say it as I see it, rarity it is to see stone.
It’s funny I just posted a thank you to all of you. haha
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