A Sonnet to My Insecurities

They plague me- from dawn to dusk beyond,

Making me question talents and the worth

Of mine work. With self-esteem they abscond,

Nagging voices that steal mirth.

My insecurity reigns supreme, I despond

Often contemplating quitting, tears I birth

They conquer and create in me,

Fears, hard-hitting.

They make me want to scream, cut, cry,

Yet to my rescue comes verse.

Insecurity leaves my voice high

Eyes dry, Stories- songs I nurse,

Within art I find solace wry,

That fills the void of human curse

This is a sonnet to my insecurity,

To which I often loose, yet today remains a victory.