Note to self

 

 

I am my biggest foe,

I reap whatever I sow,

Dejected I feel at slight,

And, on it I focus my might.

 

Frustrations show me raw,

Discontents  begin to gnaw,

Discouragement, a self blow,

I am then forced to lie low.

 

With all these within me,

Who needs an enemy,

For me, I should root,

My own horn, to toot.

 

 

PROMPT COURTESY: Poetic Asides