Sick of my poetry yet??

Weights of Doubt


I've gotten to a place in my life,
where I walk with my head hanging down.
I'd rather count the cracks in the sidewalk,
As to watch love keep passing me by.

A lifetime of faces have passed me.
Along with an eternity of me asking why?
Why couldn't just one person see me?
See deep inside me. See the love in me.

I just want someone to see me.
Really, really see me. All of me.
But I doubt it will ever happen,
because fear keeps my eyes looking down.

How will I ever break free?
Free of the fear, I myself created.
Fear growing from a poor self image.
Countless thoughts of not being good enough.

Too old, too fat, too ugly.
Years of hiding behind all the too's.
Do they exist or are they self imposed?
I raise my head, only to see myself looking back.

When your soul is so heavy with doubt,
How does on begin to feel inner strength?
Insecurities being my life long friend.
Wanting to turn myself inside out.

Maybe one day while walking down the street,
I will bump into another lost soul, head down.
Our heads will raise, and we will see ourselves in the other.
We both smile, souls happy, together we walk on.