My Timid Self

Oft when I prod myself to

Take a plunge into

What my passion follows,

You amass all wimpy excuses

For me to succumb to.

Oft when I long to

Transcend to a world

Outlandishly complete,

You make me distrust

My fond dreams,

Citing sad, shattering stories

From the pages of history.

Oft when I muster

All my support

To brave life’s hurdles,

Scale new heights,

You come coaxing me

Prophesying the dark days ahead.

This lone, blessed life

Is slipping by fast

Listening to your

Dictatorial designs

Inciting an intense,

Incessant war against

My moral stance.

No more will I

Pay heed to you, my timid self!

For, I’m girding my loins now

To decimate you

Before the next dawn,

To live life full-on!