Perils of Insecurity

The poem is about how insecurity sometimes eats up all that is wonderful in us and blinds us from seeing what's beautiful.

The seed of subsistence - was not tended
The flower in bloom - never sprouted
All that's lovely - poisoned
Precarious if beauty I hold
All I have these doubts and despairs
Deeply rooted hurts and pains are hard to dig

T. Rhodora

Author's Note

I am an amateur and never have had any formal writing experience :)

Reviews

[Urja Gokani]

amazingly written
keep it up
:)

[T. Rhodora]

Wow. Thank you! That's really motivating.

[Urja Gokani]

welcome :)