once busy with dreams
things seemed possible
just out of reach
the hoping-fors
and someday maybes
washed away in an instant
by the never enoughs
and less than shes
haunting
a single doubt, one lonely fear
robbing the heart of its glow
stealing the mind's fire
leaves an emptiness behind
a longing unfulfilled
dreams forgotten
inspiration now shattered
quickly swallowed by isolation
one thought, one question, one apprehension
insecurity
distracting purpose
confusing worth
weakens passion and breaks hearts
blurs the truth
We are so much more than we alone can see.
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