InsecuritiesA Poem by Barbara WalkerI've tried to sooth your insecurities and that is always in vain.
You hold onto them, like a child holds onto that tattered, torn blanket, that lost its usefulness long ago.
But, at least, the blanket was once, useful, it kept the child warm in body and soul. (Your insecurities just make you cold.)
@2009 © 2012 Barbara WalkerReviews
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10 Reviews Added on August 25, 2009 Last Updated on March 4, 2012 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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