When it’s quiet, I whisper
seeding insecurity through second thoughts
making the path clear for stepping back, you see
I like the double-mindedness of indecision.
The products of my uneasy interjections
become doubts rolling on a conveyor belt -
unstoppable and exhaustless in supply,
they fill your mind.
Because I know you well
I can inspire you,
or leave you standing alone on a beach
watching a sea of fears roll back
only to send it crashing down in a tsunami of paranoia.
Prompt/Week # 17
Write a poem personifying whichever emotion
you’re predominantly feeling right now.
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