Once you accept “self” the candle of time, flickers bright.

Through a repetition to our unconscious mind, we become our own worst enemies. We talk ourselves into defeat and fall into a slot that we can’t get out of even though we know it’s erroneous information.

If I leave my keys in a certain spot for a month, when I lose them I’ll find myself constantly going back to that spot even though I know they’re not there. It’s that constant repeating I previously did that sticks. It’s the same way with self confidence and self talk.

Good one, Damian.

This is good. The opening lines got me. Felt them deeply.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It happens, we’re all human. lol. Totally agree. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Damian a lot of great lines in hear I feel you my mind puts me through hell ❤️

Some things don’t need to be spelt out .. but this one most surely did .. I’m guessing a load of people will appreciate the reassurance they are not alone .. Neville

Magnificent poem my friend. Your words always strike a power chord!

“If sanity doesn’t break it has to bend”

Never has a statement rang more loudly and clearly with fact than that one. We’re learning to adjust what we once deemed impossible…to be unjust but still happening. If we pay too close attention, it risks breaking us. If we don’t pay close enough attention, it will take us unaware. We’re walking a tightrope of razor blades these days. I’m finding it necessary to keep my loved ones in constant contact. The comfort of the familiar is a dangerous thing because this reality snuck up on us in a bum’s rush and tackled us flat on our asses. Bend, my friend. I got your back if you need to rest

A brilliant poem, dear Damian! I can absolutely relate to it
We are ourselves greatest enemy. Damned self doubt has never helped anyone, it only blocks our power to take action and stay true to our own opinion.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend, spitting some facts as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tim….there isn’t much anyone can do to get democracy back to its original intention.Still, if we don’t keep writing about it,as you have here,then who will?
The old adage, ‘you get the government you deserve’ seems to playing out across all western democracies but especially so in USA where only money matters.
It’s taken a long time for the dollars and the bastards to get absolute power…they will never surrender it.
I’m still smiling and won’t let them grind me down.
Cheers mate.

Thank you for speaking true and honest words in a world attacking the foundations of democracy more than ever before, Tim¡

Pretty much whatever they say to get elected is bullshit. All are guilty, too. There is no good politician in the higher echelons. I guess they can’t really be anymore. Too much chaos in all parties and at all desks. And yes, money is the controller.
We can hope for improvement all we want. There will never be, again. Just less bad, if we are lucky.

Well delivered message, Tim.

Sharp teeth in a suit, and still the poem doesn’t flinch—love how you chew the rot of politics without losing your voice.
The grit of truth bites, but you carry it kindly, like a warning whispered in a smoky bar.

Tim, you wrote the reality of the rot that is infecting America and much of the world with penetrating clarity and articulated poetically the shroud we are enveloped in. Truly a great poem about our dark time.

John