There are two sides

There are two sides

Multiple dimensions

Are not an anomaly

Nothing happens without

Preparation

Even when it is invisible

To the observer

There is no transparency

Thoughts are overlaid

Until there is leakage

One notion bleeding into another

A profusion

In search of a hierarchy.

Ideas in need of a sequence

Plump to present

Simultaneously

Confusing the issue

A theory out of mind

Untested, unproven

Brings us to our knees

Numbed by guilt

Paralysed by fear

Diseased in doubt

We understand so little

Even a voice

Has many sides

It argues with itself

Overpowers the balanced

Rationale

Promotes its own narrative

Selectively presented

Stories

Nobody knows

The rage concealed

Under the mantle

Of internal conflict

Only explosions

Ripple the skin.

Doubts can be vanquished

With a flush of success

But the tendency remains

Stubbornly refusing

To accept defeat

We can believe ourselves

To be failures

Cowards even liars

Doing our level best

To feel fraudulent

Even when appearances

Nail the lie

We tell ourselves

It is not true

Self-belief is a hard ask

We feed the critical beast

It is the only part of ourselves

Always up to the task

To humiliate and self-flagellate

With Impunity