What if I don’t measure up?

If I get there, and I’m exactly what people think of me on sight,

Which is not much.

Even though I know that I can do the job.

The pressure of the steel ceiling which has yet been broken,

Bears on my shoulders and neck.

My job is to find the direction of my hearts compass,

walk that way, and continue bearing that burden of weight

As I slowly melt that steel,

With the slow smoldering of successes,

Which become bright and hot

Such that they are seen from thousands of miles away.


Perhaps I will be a guiding star,

Part of a constellation.

But even if I am nothing less than a source of heat

To keep another person’s heart from going cold

That is enough


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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