Imposter
no matter how many
good words are delivered
or grateful thanks
I received
a single moment
of doubt
cuts me at the knees
sends shockwaves
across the skin and sours
the definition of who
I thought I was
it’ll take weeks
to recover
from thinking
I don’t deserve
what I have
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You did recover and that was the important thing…
a single moment
of doubt
cuts me at the knees
sends shockwaves
across the skin and sours
the definition of who
I thought I was
So relateable, Patrick. I understand, and you’re poem expresses your emotions and thoughts so well. The tactile nature of this:
cuts me at the knees
sends shockwaves
across the skin
Physical response in our bodies respond to what happens in our brains, and vice versa. (((HUG)))
I see you and felt seen by this poem. Woof.