I Didn’t Mean to Hurt You
In the dark chambers of the mind,
A specter of doubt, where fear compels.
Self-sabotage, a silent, cunning thief,
Stealing dreams and hopes, causing disbelief.
It whispers softly in the dead of night,
Fanning flames of insecurity’s plight.
With every step forward, it pulls us back,
Leaving us entangled in its twisted track.
Like vines that choke the bloom of a flower,
Self-sabotage strangles potential’s power.
It feeds on hesitation and despair,
Leaving behind a trail of broken care.
We build our castles high, our dreams aloft,
Yet sabotage creeps in, whispering soft.
It casts shadows on our brightest days,
Leading us astray in its intricate maze.
But amidst the darkness, there lies a spark,
A flicker of hope in the shadows dark.
For within ourselves, we hold the key,
To break free from self-sabotage’s plea.
With courage as our sword and faith, our shield,
We march forth into the battlefield.
Against the demons that lurk within,
We rise victorious, refusing to give in.
So let us banish self-sabotage’s hold,
And embrace the stories yet untold.
For in the depths of our souls, we find,
The strength to leave our doubts behind.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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