I have awakened the writer in me once more,
For some reason is something that comes and goes.
I think is my imposter syndrome or self-doubt,
Bullies him into a corner and shuts him down.
Lately, my fear of ridicule has been minimized.
-What was the medicine for this pantomime?
A funny discovery. The cure applies to them all
-All of the fears one magic pill, for real?
Yes! That is what it looks like, it is refreshing,
For the first time, the loudest voice is not yelling:
“Stop! Stop! Think about How this could end badly”
But now it feels like I was blessed for the crusade broadly.
-So what’s the magic? What is the secret to be shared?
It is quite simple, you need to learn to unlearn.
-How does that work? What does it mean, simply?
In the end, the truth filters through the man freely
-So what is that truth you are talking then?
It’s not about me, it’s about them.
If I think about me, my lifetime companions show up
Because it’s healthy and that is their job.
But when I think about them,
The many that need so much help.
I don’t see my shortcomings as my prerogative,
They are necessary considering the alternative.
People in need don’t need a perfect man,
They need care and a helping hand.
They don’t care how better it could have done,
They care you did it and showed up.
Now I don’t think about my liabilities,
Others see assets in my abilities.
Now I don’t pay attention to the lack,
As I always know I will find the path.
-Indeed, it sounds like you found your magic pill,
Yeah, I’m quite happy and most of the time chill.
I don’t put crazy amounts of pressure on myself,
I just focus on becoming better every day.