When the anxieties of this world
stick to me like a second skin
you are there always hiding.
No matter what I do, you stay
waiting for me to give in.
I cannot hold the past back
it stays like a burr
Irritating.
Making the insecurities inside
glow like fireflies on a summer night.
When will I be able to see the beauty
instead of the blight?
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Hey Y'all!
Here is another poem for you guys!
~ B. Whetstone
