Tag: imposter syndrome

• The Blueprint

  I keep laying out blueprintsfor things I’ve already built.Not because they need fixing,but because I can’t stop seeingthe empty spaces between the lines. Everyone else points at the structure;the beams holding,the rooms lit,the whole thing standingexactly as intended.They call it solid.They call it good.Some even call it beautiful. But I’m still at the drafting table,pencil…

  Tavendale

  8th Mar 2026

  Poetry

  anxiety, imposter syndrome, original, poem, poems, Poetry, writing