The Real Me

My therapist illuminated a mind boggling idea.

I always thought that the “real me” was an anxious, can’t-pull-it-off-in-the-clutch, player.  It never occurred to me that…That person was not Continue reading

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Poem: Self doubts

insidious  self-doubts

time wasted

….wavering,
………hesitating,
…………………..retreating,

…instead of living

 

(The periods were the only way I could publish the poem and keep the indented lines. Only the last line should have the 3 periods).