Consciousness
I am intuitive and intelligent, able to see situations and speak with authority effortlessly;
but I am the first to deafeningly tell myself that I don’t belong in any room, imposter syndrome invariably louder than my own voice.
I am passionate and loyal, no one would question my love or intentions;
but I’ve never learned how to break the cycle of constantly breaking my own heart when I don’t know when to let go.
I am affable and affectionate, always willing to lend my advice or my support or my world-famous hugs;
but I am solidly in middle age and still haven’t mastered recognizing when I am being taken advantage of until it’s too late.
I am confident yet doubtful; I am unyielding yet breakable; I am tranquil yet anxious.
I am Human.
Complaint Box
This constant state to recreate
Dominates the majority
Of the human race.
But perhaps this is the way,
This constant striving, trying, reaching...
To just be,
That is the blissful way, yes,
And it holds sometimes, for a bit.
In my pangs of want,
I'll think, maybe I could do it better.
Make me better.
But I like surprises.
And I'm waiting to see
What I'll become.