Impostor Syndrome

11.13.18 8:30 PM

I remember how warm it was

To be back in my own bed

Our bed

You could make a boo boo hut hospitable

The message should have been unequivocally clear

After all these years

There is nothing that compares

It’s rare to find something

Someone so valuable at such a young age

A well respected man recently asked

What exactly is impostor syndrome

I realized it when I returned home

In every space I’ve ever known

I felt as though I didn’t belong

© 2018 Aaron J. Yancey

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