For the Never Dared Souls

Naysayers

Don’t let the

Nay Sayers

Be your

Dream Slayers,

Burning fledgling fantasies

With their

Dragon breathed doubt.

Your idea

May have the

Body

Of a weak and feeble

‘Just a thought’

But it’s

Heart and stomach

Has clout!

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Morning Imaginings

I woke up with a war in my head

About something I imagined that someone said

And it felt so unjust! I was misunderstood!

Could they not see that I just meant good?

I imagined that they said to so and so

About how I did such and such a while ago

And wasn’t that wrong! And wasn’t that bad!

And didn’t that make them just plain mad!

So I sat down to write about these terrible happenings

That happen to happen in my morning imaginings.

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In the ring

I’m in the ring with me again,

and beaten up real good;

an upper cut of ‘you shouldn’t have’,

a right hook of ‘you should’.

I turn to try and dodge me,

but I just meet myself square on.

I’m on the ropes and losing hope

Whilst I hear me jeer ‘fight on’.

I block a mistake resurfacing,

an error from times gone by.

I duck a hurled ‘not good enough’

as it flies towards my eye,

but then I knock myself right out,

with a ‘fool, just look at you,

who the hell do you think you are?

When I’m done with you, you’re through!’

The countdowns on, I can hear the cheers.

I’m on the mat, done in,

I shake my head as vision clears.

Am I going to let me win?

I get up and stumble past myself.

It’s my shadow I’ve been fighting.

I eyeball her as I walk out the ring

and sit down to start my writing.