77- Tar Baby

The battle within

A part of me crops up, like a spoiled child, wanting its way

A baby born out of the want for love, need for affirmation, the drive to seek acceptance

Born out of lack of love, security, fulfillment, awareness, acceptance

It is the self turned against Self

What do you want, and why won’t you go away? How can I know of understanding and acceptance and love, and yet not feel it?

The black voice, oozing in between the rays of golden light, like tar

Telling me I am not worthy, I will forever be alone, I will never be good enough, no one will love me unconditionally

Like tar, the more I try and clear it, the more it smears across my life