My Chariot

a poem about doubting yourself

The pain in my head is crippling

The pain in my back is worse

But I showed up

Not in a hearse

 

But in a chariot

Made up of lies

I tell myself

In a mirror that cries

 

Cries that ring

In the dead of night

Through my head

And throughout my life

 

The wheels are made of doubt

The floor is made of what

White flowers on my chariot

Signify I’m right

Even though I’m not

But,

I showed up

Watch me run my victory route