no concession
eyes like daggers pierce my soul
what are they looking for
what are they looking at
…i don’t have it, whatever it is
is there something they see that i can’t
or is it everything they see that i can’t
am i riddled with faults
all i see are imperfections
do they see imperfections
or do i reflect theirs
the arm wrestle of self doubt consumes me
at what point do i concede?
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This is really a profound writing..how do others see us…Sally xxoo
Thanks for taking the time Sally…appreciate your comment
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“arm wrestle of self doubt” is such a powerful image, I could read this over and over and still get so much more out of it… and that is what they say of good art – it can stand many viewings…
thankyou…your kind words are always well received!! :o)
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