Beast of Insecurity

Suffocating and gasping;

what is real and what is perceived

a line that blurs and blends

fluctuating upon the winds

this painting couldn’t be more real

it’s the mirror into which I gaze.

Rushing towards each ledge

a turning point

uncertain of the foothold

hesitant and frozen in place,

waiting for reality to catch up

making sense of place and time,

guilt and innocence.

The beast, it leads the way,

forging paths leading nowhere.

Dead end.

While I cling to the cliff

digging in with bloody finger tips

waiting with just enough courage to push the beast from the ledge.



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