it's a nervous
tic,
a leg that won't stop
with a twitch,
a stammer,
a stutter, a trip,
a fall.
an eye that flutters.
the butterfly
trapped
inside.
we walk on eggshells,
have little or
no trust in others.
we doubt.
we doubt.
we doubt.
it's in all of us,
this
lack
of confidence
as we wretchedly
unwind. it comes
out of nowhere,
insecurity
and worry,
a sign of the times.
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