Liquid drips from my eyes
freezing cold as I walk it turns to ice
beneath my feet I slip
as my inner seams begin to rip
my fear begins to expose
as my toes go numb with each low
I waddle through each creative want
as if I’m on a hunt
feeling as if I can
as the icicle above my head pierces my hand
self doubt paralyzes me
as the cold sets the pain free
numbing the effects of the toxins
released by self doubt often.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 