I Doubted My “Self”
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1 min readMay 26, 2020
Four multisyllabic tercets of self-analysis.
The years I’ve spent doubting myself;
I’ve resorted to being basic,
A “self” relegation.
The tears wept are a fountain of wealth.
I contorted my pride; it was visible in my face,
a “self” flagellation
My peers and those around me helped.
I couldn’t afford the grace,
my “self” was in liquidation
I doubted myself into non-existence.
I found my “self”; a consequence of persistence.
I now can see the wealth of “self” buried in the subjective.