Between the Lines #3
Dinner With My Fears Tonight, I sat at a tablewith all of my fears. There wasn’t enough room. Failure arrived first,still wearing my face. She smiled politely,asked if I’d finally acceptedthat I’ll never becomeeverything I dreamed of. Before I could answer, Grief pulled out a chair. She didn’t say much. She never does. She just looked at melike we’d known each otherfor years. We have. Self-doubtwouldn’t stop talking. Every sentenceended with a question mark. Are you […]#dinnerwithmyfears — Public Fediverse posts
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