PollyUranus

My insecurities bubble up And babble like brooks And springs and streams Flowing over dead riverbeds. I am lost in their new life, Blinded by the light. Can I not see the truth? Breathe in reality Like a false prophet Exhales fallacies? No. For I am only human. And all humans are Blind, deaf, and dumb To honesty. Love is the same. It cares not for reason Or reality. Yet it exists, Breeding insecurities and Making the viscous cycle Go merry-go-round And come to a full-circle stop Before me. The horse heads stare Into my soul, knowing What lies beneath the calm, Glassy surface. An earthquake Is shaking the seabed, s