WORRIED AND AFRAID

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JOURNAL # 41

for but this moment
I find
I am lost
I don't believe anyone knows
as I, all too brilliantly reflect
confidence and purpose
I often linger back in myself
those very hints
that portray that particular
sort of uncertainty to others
to the world of my peers
and family
I am going through a tough
patch certainly
but to them I appear to have
it all neatly thatched so
securely together
I exude this
and so
in my unanchored state
I must maneuver alone
sometimes worried and afraid
yes, those are the very crutches
I walk with today
'Worried And Afraid'
and yet I know that my inner
ability to be able to simply
point this out in myself
puts me one step closer
to the next productive
phase of my life
that of growing and learning
out of this currently terrible
and terribly private circumstance
so until that moment I must quiet
my fear and warn my worry to
marvelously behave............
(June 2, 2012 407am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was feeling very insecure last night and wrestled with those low feelings for many hours and then this poem came to me as a sort of balm and pep talk for my low tide mood. Am glad it has passed and that the writing of this poem helped that along greatly. I kept remembering reading somewhere that even in the depths of despair if one but looks close enough one can find a sliver of a rope of hope to hang onto and I did just that in this poem and I recalled my grandma always saying in the worst of circumstances,........... and this too shall pass. That is, if there ever was one, a big enough band aid to patch up a gunshot wound. Thanks grandma for reminding me just now of that.

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