Sham
A charlatan among the authentic
likes to fantasize that he belongs,
sometimes almost believes it
until confronted by the words of those
whose eloquence exposes
the trite lines
stuttering from his fingers
onto the silvery keyboard.
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Oh, you belong, Wayne. You are one of us.
Love “stuttering” and “silvery” (not really silver). Damn the imposter syndrome; we write at dawn!!
Thanks, guys!
Lol…i love what sue said……
Imposter syndrome.
…the cure
” the smartest guy in the room is always in the wrong room.”
“Mount up….we write at dawn!!”
Lololololololol
Have a blessed day 😀
Thanks, Coleman!
Wayne, I do this sometimes cuz im weird.
I laughed at the post because you so perfectly penned the condition.
if I misread the intent I appologize.
But, would add if thats the case.
Great poem.
I loved your response!
😀
Ugh! I know this feeling. But you’ve written so well about it!