Echos of Sabotage
Mistakes, like tire tracks on the highway, to my dismay,
I am persistently navigating wrong, trying to find my way.
Why am I still a student who cannot learn life’s lessons?
Each test is déjà vu of my shortcomings.
This is sabotage!
The unsettling presence of an inner enemy.
Stealthily sowing seeds of doubt,
Like a whisper in the wind. Their actions are silent but palpable.
A collage of memories scattered and shattered.
My goals, which were once visible now appeared shredded and tattered.
Each fragment is a lesson unlearned.
The mirage of things I used to know so well
Every morning feels like Groundhog Day
As I wake up to relive my past mistakes.
Sabotage has me tripping on my shoelaces
As I move forward to my creative race
Am I in love with myself, or do I despise my fate?
Doubts, that unruly intruder symbolizes my negativity.
The experience is torturous and unbearable, a true disgrace.
Situations of conflict arise in the form of my unworthy
It is causing feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt.
Why do I get in my way?
Hope, however, lies within this cycle.
I am determined to rewrite the script in the wreckage of my choices.
Sabotage is the stepping stone that has contributed to my resilience.
The vital aspect of my testimony.
Copyright © Sherry Beck | Year Posted 2024
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