The power of Me

Poetry

I let my thoughts run rampant, till the voice crept in my ear.

I manifest it’s darkness, and fed upon it’s fear.

I placed it on a pedestal, and listened with intent

I am my own worst enemy, for the worries I invent.

Wallowed in the turmoil, till it dimmed my light

Bowed to insecurity, instead of shining bright.

Hid beneath it’s shadow, let it weigh me down.

Forgot to count my blessings, forgot to wear my crown.