Pride

12 Mar 2020

I try and bury you 6 feet underground

Push a humble façade, but you always lurk

Below the surface, one or two words away

The slightest trigger brings you to the surface

A denial, a rejection, that’s the easiest way

To make you rear your ugly, misshapen head

I wish I could swallow you, bottle you up

But you’re always there, trying to bubble up

Directly under my thoughts, in the primitive, baser part of my brain

One day I shall be humbled, but today, pride keeps marching on