Imposter Syndrome

Oh my heavy heart

Racing heart

Defeated heart.

Knees weak

Eyes bleak

And oh how desperately I seek,

Your approval.

I cannot measure up

To your perfect standards.

I am weak.

But oh how desperately I seek

Your approval.

My shaking voice and unsteady hands

Tell of my past I’ve had to withstand.

What have I gotten myself into?

I have no chance.

Along with my repeated failures,

This one is long overdue.

I look to my audience.

One look of grace

One smiling face.

It is your approval I seek.

But maybe

I first need to embrace

My very own.