12. Head Map

As I create reality

in definition and construct

Fear based thinking leaks

into   collusion

like a version of a

recurring nightmare.

Strength and love

and courage

A fortress to behold… Where I am my greatest enemy

a critic and a scold.

The intricacies woven, between my very eyes

Beguiles and enchants me with their subtle, weary lies.

Castles in the sand befall high tide and kicking feet

Memories enshrined in text, crumble to the sea.

Begone, Self Doubt!

You serve me not. I am and what is more

I am enough, as I am…  as I am.

Love, it  will endure.

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