Belief
Sometimes it's hard to be yourself...I dreamed that all my wounds had healed, which freed me to move on.My confidence was coming back, I'd thought it all but gone.A smile, a laugh, an opening up, a glimmer of some hope,But my epistemic self still said I was a dope.Not sure if I was worthy, was sadly my beliefAnd a brave face was the one I wore, despite the mental grief.Suppressing it, I steeled myself and closed my inner ears.Struggling with the demons who h...
