impostor syndrome

that summer
seemed to last forever,
stalled
in the hot decline
where only the feistiest
flowers thrived in ditches
and blackberry bushes steeped
in the humid air

i woke
from the sweet ether
of denial
only to be broken
by self-doubt

love
is tough thing
very often

you
were the
closest
to home
i had felt
for years

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