quicksand

End of day as I Crawl in bed
The Doubts
run rampant through my head

Am I smart enough,
is this really me?
Am I tough, wise, simple, and clean
Or is something filth inside?

Something fierce that rages fear
anger, disgust and loathe

When are we brave?

Fear maintains illusion
the world is crashing down
And easy to sink into, I learn ever slowly
how to Kick,

to balance on the surface
of Quicksand.

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