voices

When
doubt whispers
you’re not
good 
enough

and

When 
fear informs
you’re 
going
to fall

and

When
skeptics shout
you’re a
feckless
fraud

Turn
Off
the clamor
that cools
your crop

Shut
down
the slurs
that snap
your spirit

Reject 
the taunts
that steer you
to self-inflicted
scars

Remember

You are
not
the product
of oppressive
imperfection

But

You are
the sum 
of the growth
gained
from your
patchy progress

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s