Crisis of Self-Confidence

blankets

            up over my head

doors locked

            music on

lights off

            knees curled up tight

fisted hands

            eyes closed

 

I imagine this is where I am

            like a small child

                        hiding at the back of the closet

 

from the reality of the un-real

 

I must stand

            adult

            eyes open

legs straight

 

complete crisis

            of self-confidence

 

tidal wave, as they say

            washing over,       full of inadequate sand.

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