my cruel inner judge

There’s a cruel inner judge that lives inside my head

It shuts down doors and fills me with dread.

 

Doling out shoulds and musts and oughts

It steals my dreams and makes me fraught.

 

A thought may emerge that’s shiny and hot

But the judge will shame and tarnish the shot.

 

When I sit to write, the judge becomes strong,

Knowing what’s right, telling me I’m wrong.

 

It’s scary feeling my work with no sun

Where judge lives on, my words are undone.

 

Scarier still is realising the fact

that judge takes control with defence and attack.

 

I’m scared that judge lives inside for free

and its voice sounds uncannily just like me.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Write a sad poem in 14 relatively short lines.

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