Self-rejection

Self-rejection sounds like the great name for a poem, but my own self-doubt won’t even permit me to pen a few awkward lines. I lock a chain on my words even before they have a chance to form in my mind, trek down my arm and through my fingers. I’m annoyed at my inability to forgettheContinue reading “Self-rejection”

Down

Shut it down Shut it down, shut it off. Removing one small page of poetry is of no importance nor any loss. No one will know and no one will care. To pretend any of it matters really isn’t fair. I am consumed by disgust for my own creativity and clumsy words. When I readContinue reading “Down”

Salting my wounds

I grab a handful of salt rubbing it into the wounds of my mistakes,berating myself for thinking things I mustn’t and wanting things I shouldn’t. The sting takes over my senses as I spiral into self-loathing, wishing I was a better person than this. As I pour on the negative thoughts, the pain burns meContinue reading “Salting my wounds”