I used to be
I used to be an avid writer, Or even a poet as I'd like to claim. It's been quite a while since my last post about insecurities and shame. Those feelings that came but never went. It seems that I stopped being good, At anything at all, All I knew was how to stare, And how to fall. Since, I've done a lot of growing, A whole lot of learning, But I still keep hanging, Onto the faith that others have for me, Even though I have no belief, Nor any certainty I could ever succeed.