Insecurity is a curious thing.
Insecurity accepts whatever it is offered – whether or not
it should. It takes it…owns it…and then asks for more.
Insecurity has no boundaries. It lets anyone into its yard, regardless
of the “No Trespassing” sign.
Insecurity does not protect those with which it dwells. In
fact – it throws wide the door to danger and says, “Are you looking for her? Let
me take you.”
It bows to all...but those who are closest.
It takes harmless scraps and pieces them into something
unintended.
Insecurity evicts possibility.
It has no hope, no joy, no love.
It resides in regret…bound by fear. As do those it holds dear.
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