Reflection

death’s bouquet.

in womb, the fingers of tree

an ancestress trunk in sects of strife,

as born and lived through roots

like fossil teeth, pressing to death’s bouquet

in November’s winds

“Fear, Light, and Liberation” by PatBunny.

This is the power of self-esteem, which is stronger than the outside confidence you radiate. (Because confidence comes from other’s judgments about you, and self-esteem comes from your own judgement of yourself.) Your fear evolves around your own judgement of yourself, not others, as many mistakenly think.

“Undefined” By Brand.

Phantoms drift midst deep dusk light
timeless and summer, but never settle.
Gray, shadowed and peaceful
faint impressions rust
like old sun faded paintings
on the brick of an antique building.