My insecurities are not to make you feel better…
My insecurities will not be a platform for your securitiesIt will not be a temple to mount your faith on…
A bed of a thousand roses for you to lie on .
My insecurities will not be a platform for your securities. It will not be a temple to mount your faith on; a bed of a thousand roses for you to lay on, come sun on a rainy day. your last leg to win the race; your strength to build on; a blanket to warm the venomous spit in you; a whiff of strength to fill you to live another day.
My insecurities will not be a platform, for you to use to rise to the occasion. A cloth to wrap away your uncertainties, to be hauled through Jerusalem. A target among millions; aim for my heart and call it bullseye. Clothe to comfort your misery. A voice to sing your lows. Keys to bolt away your unsustainable moments.
My insecurities is never a stage, for you to mark as your territory. To use to find your dusty feet. My body…
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Musings Of An Heteroclite 