Insecurity assails me as I
half-concentrate on reading
the explanation of the prompt
today as.. doubt arises.
I notice that I am so often ready
to compare myself to others…
those of you more capable.
Can I do this?
This afternoon finds me alone
as I so often am these days.
Alone with my thoughts that
can move me about as if a
pop-up storm in the summer
afternoons. One moment
calm and still and the next,
wind whipping circles,
blackened skies bursting
their over-ladened heaviness
until spent…emotions spent
and calm returns…again.
And I realize, with relief, that
those days of remaining silent
and too fearful of expressing
myself and even feeling worthy
of being heard have subsided
long ago.
Pushing aside my fear of how
I may be accepted (or not),
I care more now to lay myself
bare before you than to
cower and fret and keep myself hidden…
…outside, Tufted Titmice are at the
birdfeeder, flitting from tree limb
to feeder..taking turns..
trilling excitedly..one
feeding a baby..sharing..trusting…
Tufted Titmouse; Google Images
dVerse Poets, hosted by Victoria C. Slotto invites us to try our skill with stream of consciousness writing: http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/24/stream-of-conscousness-writing/
