We all have those days,
When insecurities march in,
When we feel beneath the world.
I know I have those days,
...
Abigail's first published her poem 'Weeping Girl' in 2006 in the Little laureate's book.)
When Insecurities March In
We all have those days,
When insecurities march in,
When we feel beneath the world.
I know I have those days,
Almost everyday I feel valueless.
I Spend every night feeling worthless.
I never felt gifted nor creditable.
Never once felt honourable or esteemed.
When I looked in the mirror
Every time I saw me I ached.
Looking at you. Looking at me,
Feeling sore, hurt and bruised.
But today I decided to close it.
Close the door of insecurities.
The door of hurting, and doubt.
The door of indecision low esteem.
Today I choose to feel beautiful,
Today I choose to feel enticing,
Today I choose to be blissful.
I choose to walk on the stars.
I choose to walk on air.
I choose not to let them,
Not to let doubts get to me.