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Inner Critic

What nasty grip and vicious hold A voice that cuts and scars my soul Ever constant, reproach and scold Death of confidence is its goal. "Note your life is remote and dull Failures pursue the likes of you Your place in life shall equal null You’ll only reap, what you are due." Each word that’s spoke does enter deep For it discerns me like myself Negative airs it piles in heaps Yet companions can’t see its stealth Be gone that voice that lives on fear Black echoes have endured their time Encourage, nurture, push and steer Create ladders, not slides to climb. Our world has those that cast their stones Permit this man his peace of mind Embolden trust in dulcet tones Critics and prey live intertwined.

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 4/29/2016 12:08:00 AM

Ah, the devil tries to steal your joy and confidence, he is very tricky that way. Then there's life clouding the truth and joy of self we are born with. A very fitting write for us all and so well done, Mark - you are back, well, you have been and I'm late reading. This is very "Mark" and I truly feel it ... CayCay

Mark Woods
Date: 4/29/2016 2:09:00 PM

Yep, I think I'm going to be a coe and go person. There will always be different to face. We just have to deal with them and carry on.

Lin Lane

Date: 3/1/2016 3:58:00 AM

Great choices with your words, Mark. In particular, "Create ladders, not slides to climb." We're supposed to be an up building community, so boo hiss to those who prefer to try to shred our work. We're often our own worse critic.

Mark Woods
Date: 3/1/2016 12:07:00 PM

Cheers Lin, ues we are our own worst critics, it can be quite a destructive feature. The voice of reason sometimes isn't an asset!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/1/2016 3:47:00 AM

- A powerful voice in your great poem, Mark - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Mark Woods
Date: 3/1/2016 12:04:00 PM

Thank you Anne Lise : )