Tiny rashes surface from time to time
Hand in hand with emotional outbursts
Forming irritant scabs on mind’s skin
The only emollient that can assuage
And provide relief, is not forthcoming!!

Injection of some iron into the backbone,
Learning to stand straight and upright
Unaided, can be taught with the help of
A Pavlov if one can be had and who is
Willing to mold n reshape the persona

Trills of fearfulness and insecurities
Are so embedded that to iron them out
Is a Herculean task as neither is one
Willing to relinquish them, nor one
Desires to part with such quirkiness

Our individuality is based on these
Very insecurities, that lend a sort of
Suspect character to our being, making
It unique n exceptional as we gloat n relish
Them with intermittent self flagellations

Almost like a sort of guilty pleasure
We recognize these insecurities
Eyeball them and moan that we cannot
Shake them off, yet privately, we enjoy them;
Our very own inconsequential obsessions!!!

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
– Henry Miller 1891-1980, American Author



One Comment for: “Insecurities”

  1. Bina, I love this poem!

    Submitted by steve on November 12th, 2007 10:23 am

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