Optimistically Insecure
Insecurity
Wont leave my mind
Words appear
Like paragraphs on train tracks
Rushing by
Creating imagery
Of past memories
Anxiety
My heart is knotting
Will you leave me?
Am I worthy?
Grasp my hand
Come ground me
Chip these words
Like picks on stone
Mining to reassure me
I’m important
We won’t let
Past scars take hold
This poem is about:
Me