Where is my confidence?
At the back of the closet,
Underneath the meaningless one night stands,
The drunken flirtations,
The misread come-ons,
And the man toys.
The jeep,
The motorcycle,
The dog.
I pull my confidence out
and shake it off.
It seems smaller somehow
than I remember it.
I can see dents and scratches
and a crack running
all the way through it.
I set it on the table
And tape up the crack
Smooth out the scratches
And bang out the dents.
I put it on
And hope for the best.
this is actually one of my favorite poems. confidence has always been hard for me and this poem is a fun way of putting it in perspective.
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