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Insecurity.
the voice that whispers.
disturbing the calm.
cutting through the darkness.
spreading doubt to all who hear.

It molds my mind.
manipulating ideas once perfectly formed.
cold and calculating,
it waits!
Seizing upon opportunities with the lightening speed.

It’s message flows over me.
turning things once known into uncertainty.
i wait.
unsure of myself.
lost in an abyss of confusion.
i wait.

Kind words of others reassure,
but do not strengthen my wall.
it is weakened.
open to attack.
slowly stones tumble.
scattering upon impact.

I gather these stones of my reserve.
i hope one day to rebuild.
to renew.
a bigger, better wall.
one fortified with confidence,
one that withstands assault.

For now, I lie weakened.
prisoner to the thoughts of self.
unable to break free from the bondage that is my mind.
but i no longer fear,
for experience tells me that weakness is fleeting.

My wall shall be strong.
solid.
impenetrable.
protecting.
built upon the experiences of the past,
fortified with the promise of the future.