DARK BOWL CALLED 'HEART'

My Poor Self

I wish I could do it better
But my fears won't let me
Something greater than my wishes
Pulls me back from achieving my dreams

I wanna relate well and more freely
But, "Do you think it's safe?", that's what it asks me
And I concur to its reasoning and withdraw
It hinders me from getting what I want

Although, it is not just within
Circumstances outside are snares
That entrap my vibes and energy
They make me lose the earlier synergy

I always wanna make it up
But, when I'm reminded my flaws
I feel reduced to the floor
And I get lost by force

Even though you encourage me now
My capacity seems to have drowned
I just can't get it all together
I'm tired of trying to make it up

I'm sorry for failing
Please forgive me
I believe I'll make it in life
At least, maybe when I do, I can start anew

I look forward to the future
Where there will be no rupture
I would have built my self-esteem
My glorious vibes will never dim