Why do I stand on such fragile ground
My confidence is like a rootless tree
Prone to being ravaged and thrashed around
By the slightest omission committed by me..
Why do I feel such a pressing need
To be infallible, to always be right
I have internal encumbrances that feed
This anxiety that I constantly fight
I wonder if it is the world around me
Or my fragile ego that inspires more fear
That failure is a step to success, I cannot see
Thus I hang on to the status quo dear
Confidence may be the first step to success
And that is what I need to somehow find
I may not win, but at least I would make some progress
If I let go of the fear of failing from my mind..
As always, when the going is tough I seek
Solace in words arranged in a verse
Suddenly the world does not appear as bleak
I’ve conquered a small slice of my universe..