I think it's so scary when we rely on ourselves to determine what we deserve and what we don't, just like if we rely on others, if we stop ourselves from believing we can and are worthy of all good things.

This was a chilling etheree, my favorite lines were "one day maybe ill find a way to halt the hauntings in my own heart".

Sometimes when writing these syllable based poems, it's easy to lose sight of the actual content, but you manage to get the syllable count right and stay on-point too. Nominated.

All the best,

Ben