There is nothing more frightening,
Then the thought that I
Am nothing more than a fraud.
Working my way through the world
To end up in the same hole
In the ground as everyone else.
Perhaps there is more
To life than this work?
But can this be all there is?
Shouldn’t there be more?
This can’t be how it is.
I’m lost and confused.
Looking at the pictures of people I once knew
Knowing I’m a fractal of them and their parts
Consuming art and hoping it makes me interesting
She asked what’s in a name?
It’s the crossroads of everything we touch, see and smell
And I am no more a fraud than the world that made me
I was here.
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Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
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Comments (1)
A beautiful, heartfelt poem that really captures the fears associated with imposter syndrome.