Every so often I find myself sabotaging my hopes and dreams.
Too ambitious, too new, too unusual, too extravagant, I’ll say,
and I’ll close my mind to what could be.
Here’s poem about that…
Smoke and mirrors
can’t disguise
that the enemy
lies within
Dreams and hopes
cannot abound
in a mind that
won’t call in
A slave to convention,
dare I dare
to give shape
to my heart’s desires?
If I risk the familiar
– in a barrage of self-love –
will I find the friend
within my skin?
