Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

horse sense

06 April 2014

 

 

thrown, intimidated, afraid,

I hate feeling this way.

this self-imposed judgment and pain,

rears up without the reins.

I bolt, galloping with my doubts,

hope no one finds me out.

Spurred on by insecurities,

I neigh the gifts I see.

Unsaddled, sore, I know of course,

to get back on the horse.

 

 

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6 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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