
As August approaches,
in a golden sweltering haze
Impostor-syndrom encroaches,
trapping in this self-loathing maze
I’ve lived here for ages,
familiar with its confounding ways
Seen my dreams turn to ashes,
evaporate as hopelessness blaze
~ I’ve made new choices,
now can I the changes face ~
As August approaches,
in golden sweltering haze
Thoughts of breaking free encroaches,
I have to burn this thorny self-doubt gorse maze
Learn and evolve as I ages,
find new self-caring and nurturing ways
I will rise from the ashes,
remade by this creative blaze
©RedCat

I should be asleep, but can’t because all thoughts swirling. Realized after reading others poetry, that writing the turmoil out probably where a better way than watching tv.
So sat by candlelight, watching the moon and poured it on paper.
Written for First Line Friday over at Mindlovemisery Menagerie.
