a little too raw
here's some old news
no news. non event knowledge...
I don't mean that ~
there was an Instagram post
about resonance
(sorry if I'm losing you, though it's fine as I'm talking to myself... real slow, trying to ensure I listen)
two differently pitched tuning forks
then two the same pitched
it was about finding your tribe
(I'd better say: same pitch resonates - ooh)
when I'm totally me, I eat sandwiches messily whilst writing a poem with the other hand, try on clothes over clothes in the middle of the shop (no sandwiches involved), talk freely about nothing but somehow it's something and people say "hey you're great!" and I just about manage to say "thanks" rather than "I know"...
but then a little doubt creeps in and I try too hard to blend in and I'm awkward and self conscious and wish I knew how to be just normal and want to close down the day and wait for a new one
it's a shame, but I'm 'self aware'
the torturous 'self aware'
I'm in that mode now
knowing how awful I am whilst how good I could be is the enemy
it switches on it's head
ahh here's revelation (b) - this is anxiety
of course it is, ok. I can address that
then there's the who's my tribe stuff (a)
and how to be enough, not too much
plus not this...
perhaps I just be all the things
give myself a rest
how can I even post this...
well, that's a different poem
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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