I get more solace
In a day
From strangers online
Than you’ve given me
In a lifetime
They ask
They listen
They see
You just speak
Holding me
To higher standards
Than you hold yourself
Judging me
For acting
How you act
Hating me
For being
Who I am
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Atelophobia
The fear of imperfection.
The fear of not being good enough.
Crippling inaction.
Stuttered words.
No self-worth.
The fear of failure causing failure.
Not inability, talent or a lack of opportunity.
Just fear.
Just anxiety.
Just unattainable standards.
Standards put upon by myself.
Standards forced upon me by the world.
Others can fail.
Others can be imperfect.
Others can have fun.
Just stop.
Please don’t placate me.
I know ‘no one cares about that stuff’.
I know ‘we all make mistakes’.
I know ‘I’m only human’.
Reason doesn’t stop the thoughts.
By definition a phobia is illogical.
My only solace comes from the diagnosis.
Knowing that I am not alone.
Perfectly imperfect, together.
This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.
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