Insecurity is mine and mine alone.
It taunts my confidence
Tears at my peace.
A hovering grenade of dissatisfaction
Eyeing the landscape of my soul.
I know of it’s poisonous root
Yet I give it it’s demanded respect
An abuser that I want to assuage
I am not sure where to find the strength
To bury it in it’s appropriate resting place
Cover it with Mother Earth
Water it with heavens’ rain
And transform it into the beauty that is
Love of Self.