Confidence, self-esteem,
a sense of self-worth,
I had it all,
in the knowing who I was,
and what I was.
It was all in the knowing.
It was rock solid,
nearly unshakable,
now,
somehow
shaken.
Walking tall,
head held high,
pride in eyes,
the me I was,
before the
challenges.
Then the walls
came tumbling down,
around and onto me
hard.
Shaken up, not stirred,
Mr. Bond, Rick Bond,
double noughted
on my head.
I stagger
and stutter,
and stammer,
and wonder
what's the matter,
and if I'll find
the me again
that I once was?
So why do we blame
ourselves,
for something that is not
our fault?
