Thursday’s are a good day for some self-awareness and to mix things up a little bit. I’m not a professional poet, but as I drove these words came into my mind:
My insecurities crawl after me, clinging to my identity.
I long to be more than one side of a constant comparison.
The pressure to please people leaves me perpetually perspiring.
Exhausted by my own wild conspiracies, the expectations expanding exponentially.
Always on the run, fleeing my own humanity.
This is not the time to continue cowering, but to turn to the one conquering.
You Lord must be my identity, no half measures will allow me to hear your sweet melody.