Poem – Reverse

The progress, the work, my efforts, falling apart before me 

Allowing the darkness to rip it all away from my grip

I’m back-pedalling, running from the issues, too scared to learn

To confront the mistakes and the fears, I just will not participate  

I spiral down, drifting out of control, losing all traction to carry on 

For it beckons for me to fail, whispering fallacies into my ears

Begrudgingly it knows I need to carry on, to once again gain all control 

It’s scared of me doing that, I’m scared of me doing that

The dust will settle, as it has always done

And either victor or loser, for this I’m sure one I’ll become 


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