Imposter Syndrome, Tuesday
The imposter beganits slow creep
up my spine today,
slipped into my heart,
then shot straight up to
where memories are held
and thoughts are born,
looked around with a frown
then took a moment
to remind me
of my failures,
all the times I set down a task
when I was overwhelmed,
every time I never started
because fear warned me
that the risk might just
prove her right.
Today I was not having it,
not a word in her litany
of accusations
was worthy of my reflection.
So with a shake of my head
and the echo of those
who know my worth,
I demanded she exit,
a scream to put her
back into her narrow box
because no imposter
will ever possess me again.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-04-21 at 01:14
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