Of “Not being enough”

 
This boulder of insecurities,
Questions and doubts,
The load of unwanted answers,
And sullen silent bouts.

Rearing up an ugly head,
Feeding with a passion,
Like parasitic vines,  
And turning into obsession.

"Not being enough",
This unnecessary belief,
Pushing down the path,
To inexplicable grief.

Turmoil and darkness,
When we wanted light,
There is a monster within,
Ready to incite a fight.

What really is the cause,
And what is the cure?
Focusing on the present,
And relishing moments so pure.

A reminder to overcome
The insecurities galore,
"I may be not enough,
Yet I am some more."
 

Just some more darkness spewing from me, no big deal. Inspired by words that I tell myself pretty often and that unfortunately seem to have tattooed themselves on my psyche. “Not being enough”.

I have been trying to fight this triple headed monster inside me since a long, long time. Some days it is me who wins the fight, and some days, the monster flexes harder. But I have been working out, and lifting weights and I am all but ready to knock this POS dead.

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Black

Black is the cloud,
Black is the night,
Black is the darkness,
That envelopes with a might.

Black are the eyes,
Black is your soul,
Black is the heart,
Menacing in every role.

Black is your dress,
Black is the shoe,
Black is the lace,
That with lust peeks through.

Black is your move,
Black is your touch,
Your black selfishness,
With no efforts much.

Black is my death,
In your dark, dark meadow.
No wonder they call you
The devilish Black Widow.

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PS: Dark female characters in movies and books are so much better than miss goody two shoes girls.