The Stranger Is My Mind


There are times of uncertainty
that come, washing over me.
They feel like a thick fog cover
that arrives, and then just hovers.
I am blinded, in where I go,
I am baffled, as to what I know,
I won’t run, if I cannot see
the path that’s in front of me.
So in darkness I walk,
feeling out where to start,
the ambition inside of me
is all that’s there, guiding me.
My drive for completion
and goal lines to be reached yet,
the only remaining encouragement
to offset the insecurities.
Everything, each day,
feels brand new to me,
and the deficits I have
remain unseen.
No one who doesn’t have them
can understand,
that each day, I’m a Stranger
in a strange land.


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