Imposter Syndrome
Oh my heavy heart
Racing heart
Defeated heart.
Knees weak
Eyes bleak
And oh how desperately I seek,
Your approval.
I cannot measure up
To your perfect standards.
I am weak.
But oh how desperately I seek
Your approval.
My shaking voice and unsteady hands
Tell of my past I’ve had to withstand.
What have I gotten myself into?
I have no chance.
Along with my repeated failures,
This one is long overdue.
I look to my audience.
One look of grace
One smiling face.
It is your approval I seek.
But maybe
I first need to embrace
My very own.
This poem is about:
Me
My community