Ms. Insecurity

I'm no stranger to insecurity.

We know each other intimately.

She knows which buttons to press

in order to get me to manifest

my hesitation, promote my procrastination,

and stoke my fears of failure

into fire storms of immobilization.

Until that voice that says,

"Son, times-a-wasting,"

starts nagging in my head,

and hunger decides to break in

demanding to be fed.

Refusing to be denied.

You thought I'd quit, b!tch?

You're mistaken.

- HymnAgen