Monday 25 February 2019

Imposter Syndrome

The temptation pulls
Relentless
Tugging me into that old
Familiar craving
To be made duller
By your brilliance
Smaller in your presence
Mute, blank, insignificant
Treading water
Until I get the better
Of myself and drown 

(but you won't let me)

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