Lame
Self-doubt, cancer of confidence,
master of mutilating monologues of the mind.
Scars of a constrained spirit
coil my legs,
thick as umbilical cord,
condemning me to hobble
in social circles.
Special shoes with raised platforms
made to fit the mouth,
crutches of ineptitude
hitting chairs,
knocking people off their pedestals.
Stronger than ego
braces of steel save me
long after I have crumbled...
Treading eggshells and needles
and complex dispositions
on distressed arthritic feet,
vapid conversations feebly clutched
in palsied arms,
I slip quietly beneath the surface
to greater depths
and lose my breath.
Self-doubt, cancer of confidence,
master of mutilating monologues of the mind.
Scars of a constrained spirit
coil my legs,
thick as umbilical cord,
condemning me to hobble
in social circles.
Special shoes with raised platforms
made to fit the mouth,
crutches of ineptitude
hitting chairs,
knocking people off their pedestals.
Stronger than ego
braces of steel save me
long after I have crumbled...
Treading eggshells and needles
and complex dispositions
on distressed arthritic feet,
vapid conversations feebly clutched
in palsied arms,
I slip quietly beneath the surface
to greater depths
and lose my breath.