Support

“Confidence.”

They curse in my ear

Like a battering ram

Pounding over and over again

Through the thickest arteries I own.

“Confidence.”

The gift of a God I’ve never seen

Given only to the worthy. A

Ticking

Tocking

Tickling time bomb.

Well who the fuck are you to tell me

How I feel

And who I am?

I didn’t ask to walk this ledge.

“Confidence is attractive.”

Really? Then why do we keep leaving

Poor, pathetic will o’ wisps

Hanging from the gallows?

For everyone to see,

To judge,

To mirror in the blackest dark of midnight

When our shadows twist our vision sideways

Against all we’ve ever known.

“Self-worth.”

Self-worth is like the smallest flame

Clinging to the tinder of our souls.

It needs a breath of life to grow.

If I could change the world today,

I’d plant a tiny, burrowing seed

Into the hearts of humanity.

It would whisper to them in their deepest dreams

That the best moments in life are those with love.

That confidence is not the signifier

Of the strongest

But the mark of one whose monsters in the closet were taken seriously.

That insecurity

Is not the blood red flag of failure

Or the stark white of defeat

But the most natural venom in existence,

A justifiable self-torture,

A sword in the gut of everyone who’s ever felt fear or doubt or pain or regret,

And that’s everyone.

It’s time to stop pretending that the monsters aren’t real.

Rupture the belief that being tough is good enough

And fucking bleed.

Bleed and cry and scream

Until your shadow’s scared of you

Because all throughout the static

Shining knights have stood beside you.

And if fires aren’t natural

Then neither is new growth.

So let us grow.

Let us spin and climb and intertwine

Until the mass begins to glow

A thousand shades of luminescent bliss.

A home for every tragic kid.

Blend our sores together to paint

The truth of the human core.

Confidence may be attractive,

But love is worth living for.