Look Within

A villanelle about looking into oneself for answers despite fears and what people are saying on the outside.

With heavy heart, I turn my gaze within.
Not sure of what I’ll find. My fears are strong.
I need to hear myself above the din.

A church will preach that we are born in sin.
To think all souls are doomed from birth feels wrong.
With heavy heart, I turn my gaze within.

Some men will vow us gold from straw they’ll spin.
The list of doubts which nag my thoughts is long.
I need to hear myself above the din.

They tell us when we speak as one we’ll win.
One of the herd, I’m lost inside the throng.
With heavy heart, I turn my gaze within.

The pipers play a tune to lure us in.
The ones who sing don’t know. It’s not my song.
I need to hear myself above the din.

My fears make me hesitate to begin.
I war with my need to say I belong.
With heavy heart, I turn my gaze within.
I need to hear myself above the din.

The End

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