My Teeth – A Poem

My teeth are the resting place of a hodgepodged smile. I press my fingertips into my mouth, to feel them. My fingernails are searching for a shred of my voice that might be stuck between my teeth. Instead, I find seeds of doubt sticking to my molars, and this poem hiding under my tongue.

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5 Things To Do Immediately About Creative Self-Doubt

Doubt comes in many forms, and it can arise from a number of different situations, whether you are aware of it or not. Sometimes, when you doubt yourself for too long, you end up losing a lot of your confidence, which can harm you and cripple your creative mind. The following points are some things I've … Continue reading 5 Things To Do Immediately About Creative Self-Doubt