Reciprocity (no promtp)

 Reciprocity is like the Bright of the sun coalescing with the cool of the moon

Creating a whirl of solar-luna eclipses of balance

But in this cosmic cavern my unifying compass is cracked catapulting me into a gaping hole in the blacken lows of tarnished self esteem

A black hole strong enough to suck in my ideas and dreams

Till all vitality is non existing

Deep enough to swallow God’s light and reflect nothing

Too many times I threw in the towel at the mirror, giving up on myself

couldn’t see the promise the world was seemingly projecting onto me

Felt like God had wasted good talent when he poured it on me, cuz I couldn’t hang in the big leagues

Striking out before the first pitch

Dismissed myself before a more positive school of thought could get started

Barely parted my lips before I muffled my voice with doubt

Hardly a spark before I ran to put the flame out

Wallowing in self inflicted wounds of pity

Never would’ve imagined this arduous obstacle course prohibiting me

Was a mental maze, crafted from the sticks and stones of old adages affixed to words that hurt more than any disease, cause its dis-EASE cognitively when

Your wants seem to exceed the limits of your perceived self worth

You’ve gotta give confidence if success you want to receive

Got all the gifts in the world, but where is my believe

Done wrote bout 100 poems aint got one CD

So I decided to write a poem to the scared part of me

For scarred egos beaten down to a timid tremble

For this tongue tying itself in knots in fear of being influential

For these brown ears unwilling to hear compliments claiming to be humble

This mind envisions perpetually but my hands refuse to manifest my destiny

Limp legs too afraid to leap

Because failure might be where I land

So here I stand in a mediocre purgatory

Not trying and not succeeding

Not living just being

What’s the point of having a passion if you’re too scared to go after it

We watch untalented people thrive because they have drive no matter how inefficient

While we sit complaining about our lackluster lives because ,to fear we’ve become submissive.

Just give yourself permission

Now run, Forrest Gump style,

Into a horizon of promise propped on the moonlight of your past

You’ve gotta work at it everyday if you want to make success a habit that’ll last

Rigorously scrape away wooden dismay until a carved caricature materializes

Don’t think your good enough now?

Then lie to you minds eye till you see the truth of your excellence

There’s a criminal in my psyche but who’s to blame when I’m the culprit

So Im dungeon-ing my doubt

Incarcerating insecurities

Throwing inhibitions behind lock and key

Cuz the only one standing in my way is me

I might fail, but commencing is the only way I’ll see

There are enough haters in the world so Imma subtract my 32 teeth from the chatter

Can’t be proud of my life if what I did doesn’t matter

Today I place my artistry in a box of alabaster

Sacredly secluded from the dilemma

Erupting in the depth of my spirit

My moon shying from the light of my radiant sun

As I sit in sky awaiting them to eclipse as one.

©Brion Gill 2013