Confidence
Confidence coats the back of my eyes.
Making my eyes noticeable, and happy.
Confidence is folded in my brain.
Like dough that is soft and rises.
Confidence is like hair.
That needs to be brushed, and brushed everyday.
And still gets messy sometimes.
And still falls away sometimes.
Separation.
It’s a cycle of joy and separation.
That’s the secret.
That’s the secret that falls from my head.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
