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.

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