Prompt: Write a poem of fourteen lines. Instead of using the first person (I), use only the second person (you.)
I know you.
You fill the fissures in my confidence
With your tendrils of doubt.
Those tendrils creep into my heart.
They curl around my fragile sense of talent
Suddenly I find myself in the corner.
Wondering if I have anything of value to give.
Fighting those tendrils.
Clawing at them.
And dragging them back through the fissures
To reclaim myself for another day.