Caught up in a never-ending obsession
of self-doubt,
I am forever
picking at scars.
All of the ‘could have’s,
‘should have’s,
‘would have’s.
All of the ‘why didn’t I?’s,
the ‘what would it have been like?’s,
the blatantly self punitive
‘you really should have tried!’s.
Round and round and round
the whirl on the obsession train.
Picking at the scar, the scab,
the recently healed.
Drawing fresh blood
and starting all over again
as I am caught up in the never-ending
obsession of self-doubt.
This was inspired by and entered at One single Impression, Prompt 182: Obsession.
We can drive ourselves crazy with self-doubts. It’s a lifelong mission of mine to conquer the ones I have. Beautifully written but sad too…
I do try to conquer mine as well, but sometimes…. Thank you for reading!
The repetitive rhythm of your words very much captures the essence of obsession!!
Thank you (thank you, thank you…)! đ
Champagne, you have described how Obsession can bind us in
poetic terms.
Thank you very much for reading, Shauna! *smile*
the pick and jab of darkness savoring that familiar flavor when no one else is around….
Thank you! *smile*