for you to carry

Confidence is a funny thing. Sometimes people you wouldn't think would have confidence overbrim; other times people who have every silver spoon in the world lack it. I flail away in the middle somewhere. I know myself and know my limitations so within those limits I'm good; with the shadows barking, and the inners knowing, well I'm not so good.

I thought I had it with me, but it was shaken. Though shaken, I'm still good, and here's why. I could hear the light remind me that confidence in my shadows, my inners, myself -- all shaky, always shaky. But light, outer, Him -- have confidence. So I will.