The aftermath of my horrendous collapse of confidence
is a burden of immeasurable and crushing weight.
How is it that I was totally blindsided, with no
precursor to afford me an opportunity to
fend off this disaster?
Was my journey of self-confidence such a threat to the
cowering fates that it became necessary for them
to insinuate their diabolical digits into the essence
of my pie of life, stealing the fruits of my struggle
to reach a level of belief that allowed me to survive?
The walls of my resistance are now as thin and translucent
as onion skin and they bow inward at the slightest provocation.
The chill I feel is unsettling and my fear mounts
uncontrollably as I spend each self-replicating moment
in this unfamiliar and crippling state.
Whoever or whatever purloined my mind protecting armor,
and left me with brittle bits of thought, has usurped
more than just my nerve. It has made off with the stuff
that makes continued life worth living.
Submitted for the Brain Tease challenge
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