My Worst Critic

My Worst Critic

It all begins with a sigh of frustration,

My head lowered and filled with discreditation.

Fighting off my inner cynic,

I am my worst critic.

With support surrounding the outer me,

And optimism given persistently.

But sometimes it’s no match for my inner cynic,

For I am my worst critic.

Slow progress intensifies the struggle,

Making my efforts hard to juggle.

This paradox feeds my inner cynic,

As I am my worst critic.

Still, attempts are made,

As the cynical thoughts begin to fade.

Life requires participation after all,

Ideally with determination and a little wherewithal.

Though it won’t all be a lovely picnic,

I intend to remain my worst critic.