Con(fident)

It’s a strange act,

receding.

That precise moment

when I feel myself

recoil,

folding in,

and in,

down,

and down,

until fully covered,

blanketed,

by false calm

and learned bravado.

.

.

*featured image created by Lisa McLymont

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