What’s holding me back?
What is it that confines me?
I wish, I hope, I want to.
Yet I almost always don’t. I let other people’s opinions and beliefs of me reinforce the whispering voice inside my own head that tells me I can’t, or I shouldn’t.
My confidence shaky at best and non-existent most of the time, if I am to be honest about it.
I sometimes actually feel it but those times are the rare exceptions.
The times that I glimpse with my feelings what it’s like to be free.
Free from restraint and fear and second guessing my Self and my choices, my wants, my desires.
Freedom that I crave and want and when I taste it the odd time, it stirs in me a thirst that hurts all the more because of how unattainable it feels to ever own that freedom.
What’s holding me back?
What stops me from the doing and the being and expressing and the living?
Me, simply, Me.
whisky sweet 