Phaser Effect

Each limb tied down
A different rabbit hole,
Converging even horizons
Tearing apart each
And every atom,
Nucleus by nucleus,
Until I have nothing left.
Spread too thin
In my divergent interests,
They say not to put
All your eggs in one
Basket, but truely
The cataclysm necessary
For creative birth
Can only be found
By going over the edge,
Head over heels,
Only then will endeavors
And success be wed.
I am scared of my own
Potential for prolificness,
Preferring to stay
In the shadows, immersed
In my inner work,
Germinating my own rebirth.
I hold myself back
Because I’m afraid I’m
Not ready for this world,
Or, that this world is
Not ready for me.
I’m afraid to just be.
Everything I postulate
Lies in wait
Of the day
I break through
My self-imposed
Imposter phase.