We are

weakness,

crippling

doubting

disorienting

continuous

self-revaluation that

gnaws at the core of

our

existence.

We are the scabbard

that houses the

sword of

ineptitude.

We are the holster

for the weapon

that we believe

defends our frailty.

We are the meek

voices whispering

second thoughts

to our confidence.

We are our greatest detractors

our own greatest critics

our own worst enemies

our own nemesis.

Inside of us, are our greatest fears, our fiercest opponents, our most vehement detractors, and the most intense voices of doubt.

Hold no longer to the fear inside of you.  Fill thy void with promises to yourself that doubt will no longer take root.  Extend your hands towards hope.  Sever your ties to your self-limiting millstones. Abandon the weight of trepidation, it only hinders your enlightenment.

Fear is the heaviest weight you carry, release it with the casualness of the opening of a closed hand on a string affixed to a balloon, and be free.

Humbly yours,

J