🪷 self-doubt fog

Like midsummer's humid air,
my self-doubt fog is dense today.
Drops of shame stick to my skin;
worry vapor enervates
my mind. Have I screwed things up?
Is So-and-so displeased with me?
My spirit sags--I need a breeze
of fresh, cool rationality.

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foggy landscape this morning while walking my dogs

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In the notebook

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