Effing confidence!

Killing confidence

Is a matter of seconds,

While building it,

A matter of years,

Not an accusation

But a belief,

That childhood

Is filled with

People and thieves,

Stealing the confidence

Gifted at birth,

Like it was nothing

But dirt,

To get it back

Was a huge task,

When as a child

We were simply

Taught to ask,

It took me years,

If not decades,

To snatch it back

From the hands of beings

Both cruel and smiling,

Making my existence

Feel like drowning,

Though a battle

Worth fighting

And a prize

Worth owning,

To get back

What was mine,

Felt unfair

Again and again

With time,

And then it

Hit me hard,

That maybe

They had borrowed it,

As a reward

For being born before

And not having

A worthy core,

And an epiphany

At best

Could make me

At the behest

Of understanding

Forgive them

And forget.

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An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

The Rising!

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A Recovering Heart!

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