when my ego runs wild, doing it’s best to convince me of all the ways I am broken, lost, damage, no good, not worthy. Feeding my fears, insecurity by insecurity. Unrelentless judgment (of everyone and everything) Ridicule. Shame and guilt. She’s can be cruel and heartless. The constant reminders of all the reasons why I must do and be and on and on she goes…
She exists. Even if she is a faint memory. She is always there. Watching. Waiting. Wishing. She is the angel you forget about. The angel you cling to. Because at the end of everyday, there are those who love unconditionally. Those who make the world a better place. And then there are those who eagerly await your return. All because of love. She is there. She is always there. Sometimes, you just have to look.
I can feel it crawling under my skin
Smell the rancid
Hear the disquitude
Silence the treacherous thoughts
Madness lurks around the corner
Who will come out to play?