F*CK EVERYTHING: Poem No 8
i must search for my soul work
my calling
where do I find the most joy?
i will strip away all my conditioning
all those polite layers of inauthenticity
which have built up like plaque over the years
i reveal my naked self
everything i see through fresh eyes
i know i must seize the moment
i must break through my fear
and override my negative self-talk
that has been chattering like crazy
no more delaying joy
no more chasing fleeting moments of happiness
i’ve now seen first hand how they can evaporate