In my mind, there's a straight part; clear and straight forward.
In my heart, there's a faint anxiety of what beholds the future.
In my soul, there is a strange longing for solitude.
In my spirit, there's an acceptance to the realms beyond the physical.
In reality, there's a very crooked and narrow path filled with obstacles, and pestilence, in which I must take to achieve my goals.
In my head, I'm an optimist with failure anxieties.
Looking forward to a brighter future, but preparing for the worst.
But the worst, sometimes, is worse than we expect.
In fear, I find courage to face my demons that await me.
An onward match, I forever take,
In hopes to never walk backwards.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"