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.