Confidence

It’s not the lack of confidence that comprise our lives.
It’s the silence, the stillness, the inability to speak.

A few words or actions can change the course of our lives.

The ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, ‘I love you, or ‘we’re done’.
None of it would ever exist.
If confidence didn’t play its part.

Confidence is key, for sure.
But confidence is an emotion in itself.

One we seldom express.
One that we know if taken,
could elevate our lives,
or drive us to rock bottom.

Would we be who we were meant to be,
If we expressed confidence openly?

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