When

the gremlins
come calling,
they are scary, and
cunning.

They talk to us,
in our own voices,
knowing,
we’ll believe
the horrible things
they are
throwing around,
their sole aim
being
to
bask in our
sorrow.
They are gluttons
growing fat
on our fear,
and shame,
and the shadows
of our
not-good-enoughs.

They prefer us
weak,
and small,
and doubting.
Oh how
they enjoy
these things.

And we can
stay there. Hiding
under the bed,
or in the
closet.
Breathing hard,
chest wet
from our own
tears.

Or.
We can simply
call them out,
knowing that
they may be true
in a moment,
yet in no
way, shape or
form, about
our entire life,
our being,
or the value we
add.
In our jobs,
with our friends,
and family,
and dogs,
and humanity
at large.
They could never
contain us,
our true brilliance
blinding their rage.

So this
is me,
reminding you,
of your true,
built-in
magnificence.

You were
born for this.
Gremlins beware.

~Lu