Insecurity – Written November 2006 (Aged 31)


we all have it
those moments,
when we question who we are
i recently lost our dream house
and i cannot drive a car
wonder what it is all about
have i really come so far?

riddled with its,
machine gun like spray
those days of change
everything and always
for some insecurity is there
ruling like king or queen
a collection of anxious clouds
and uncomfortable feelings

who am i,
and what am i doing
families and mortgages
am i actually moving
and are the voices in our heads
really that soothing,
and is my future alive or is it dead?

James Garratt – November 2006

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