It rhymes
my many enemies
all hide inside of me
the externals got nothing
on my doubts and self-loathing
I could be a cliff diver
under my low self-esteem
battling windmills
like pigeons in gale force winds
I fight I exercise and I read
sometimes all for nothing
just when things look
the most bleak
you give me a call
and suddenly
I’m standing
seven feet tall in heels
Rolph David
Wed 12th Mar 2025 16:54
Hello Robert,
What strikes me right away is the fearless way you name and face the enemies within — doubts, self-loathing, and that constant inner battle. The images you use, like being a "cliff diver under low self-esteem" and "pigeons in gale force winds," are sharp and vivid, showing just how intense and relentless those struggles can feel. But what makes this piece so moving is the turn it takes — that moment when a simple call from someone lifts you out of it, effortlessly and completely. It’s a powerful reminder of how human connection can ground us when we’re spiralling, and how sometimes, it only takes a small gesture to make us feel strong again. Nice poem!
Regards,
Rolph