Poem: The Insecurity

POEM: The Insecurity

I am vulnerable to the sharp wind

It reminds me that I am alive and warm

My hearts warmth is not to be stolen though or corrupted by my insecurities

Shadows which brush my awakening

Shade under which I try to hide from the heat of realization

or is this recognition

Uselessly irrelevant

Knowledge spear-points ambiguity’s indecisiveness

Pling….

Its cold which comprises me the most

Creeping in from the periphery , fingers, toes, cheeks, nose

Stealing into my marrow

I fight back to maintain me

eyes fixed on the light

-in the light

Letting beams of love through

Penetration speared clarity

Pins those squiggling doubts

Wide eyed to the walls of my consciousness

It’s the flame of hope which I’ll never let go of or dessert

For I will pass this on to my children

The children of Mother Earth

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