I keep collecting advice
like I'm going to use it someday.
Be patient.
Be fearless.
Trust yourself.
They stack up in my head
like unopened letters
addressed to someone
more capable than me.
I know exactly what to do.
That's the problem.
There's a gap
between understanding
and believing
that no one prepares you for.
I watch myself hesitate
as if from another room;
aware, alert,
still unmoving.
Potential is a strange burden.
It promises everything
and demands nothing;
until you realize
it's been quietly accusing you
the whole time.
I don't fear failure.
I fear proving
that I was never meant
to be more than this.
So I stand still,
perfectly informed,
perfectly unsure,
waiting for certainty
to arrive like permission.
It never does.
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Author:
nev (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is about the mental fight we don't talk about enough: the space between knowing what to do and believing you're capable of doing it. Hestitation, self-doubt, and the weight of potential. Written for anyone who feels stuck inside their own head
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Comments2
This poem speaks to the procrastination of finding disappointment and joy, the postponement of finding who you really are not what you fantasize. It is a birth that is never delivered. Fear is a formidable foe and it is born of the unknown. It has claws that dig deep and hold tight and a tearing beak with teeth to devore us. Break free.
This is an excellent piece Nev filled with so many truths. Keep writing, you have a voice!
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