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PHANTOMS OF THE MIND
In the dark recesses
of my mind
hide phantom figures
of secret fears.
They prod my insecurities
into inactivity.
Will I be accepted here?
Will I be laughed at there?
Am I good enough for this?
Will I fail at that?
These dismal taunters haunt
my deepest dreams,
jeering and undermining
my efforts to succeed.
They parade my failures
across my consciousness,
laughing at my consternation,
teasing me with discomfort.
I try to dodge their missiles
but to no avail.
They load me with weighty rocks
of doubt and trepidition,
crushing all my latent desires
to open new doors.
