I pick up my self esteem each time
like a wineglass dropped on the dining floor.
Somehow, it never shatters, cracks;
not even a chip at the rim.
I am still learning to treat my confidence like a diamond
instead of fragile kitchenware.
So, until then,
pray my arms never grow weary,
tired of a reoccurring redemption.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
