So close to the edge last night,

I’m still suffering from vertigo.

Amazing how little neurons in your mind,

Can persuade you that everything

you have ever done…

Has been trite.

It tells you in snivelling stuttering words,

That your children were let down by you,

That your love amounts to a death sentence,

That you have nothing further to offer the world,

And you don’t believe it!

But you do in the underworld

of your sub-conscience…

In those dark recesses

you keep locked up.

So secret is the desire to believe,

That all is pointless,

That you can hear it whispered,

Even through the praise.

I know this bedfellow,

we’ve tangled many times,

but I do not lose faith,

because I have known love,

and nothing is better than that!

Dale M 2021

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I am a writer of words and a righter of wrongs. I aim to change the world, one person at a time.

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