Unstung

This is a followup to yesterday's couple of lines. I was surprised to see 'sadness' as a reflection of my few words. It is always sad, and annoying, when I take a sudden dive into my perception of inadequacy. That comes from old messages and beliefs that have not been valid for many, many years. It's a gremlin that rears it's ugly head at the strangest times. It is my challenge to undo those old messages, have them fade and become just innocuous whisperings. Never ignored, however. This piece of poetry is a fuller description of this recent experience, as well as confronting and changing old messages and beliefs.

             Unstung

My heart swirled in the midst of

animated conversation picking apart

thoughtful ideas

Grand vocabulary

poetic structure stacked haphazardly

stung by my own inadequacies

I silently retreated within

but not before 

questioning, opining, observing

stuffing all quickly in my back pocket

My heart swelled in the middle of

reflective picking apart of

thoughtful ideas

Grand vocabulary

polite company stacked haphazardly

Open to my own abilities

I stepped forward with faith in myself

but not before

discussing, opining, discerning

planting all in my soul for new growth.

“Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.”

~ André Gide