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Day 13, poem 13

Today’s “everything is going to be amazing” prompt was pretty apt for me at the moment.

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I don't have the answers, the authority,
the audacity to take control. I'm just
two parts competent, half a part confident,
five heaping scoops of imposter syndrome.
There aren't enough lists in the world.
There's not enough daylight. I never wanted
hard, I never asked because so often
I'm drowning in hard of my own creation.
I'm already a month's worth of tired
and picking at the seams for an escape hatch.