An Encounter with My Real Self

A journey through the labyrinthian depths of the mind.

Photo by Matt Kochar on Unsplash

I swivel the lens inward, surveying the murky landscape. Self Doubt sidles into view. He’s pacing, running his hand through his hair. Shoulders slumped, muttering. Gesturing with nobody around. He’s ready to lunge, cringe, or slink further into the shadows depending on the threat. His poor soul is wounded. Too many safe havens proved to be mirages.