I am studious,
Terrorized by thoughts of not measuring up.
I hate being disliked,
But,
I can stand up
When class affords privileges unearned,
When judgment guts a bystander’s spirit,
As a means of boosting someone else.
I can face fears, owned, & observed,
When these injustices anger me enough
And I cross a threshold.
Where, if anger is a fire,
I am steam.
Fire feeds steam,
Compassion heated,
But not lost in itself.
I don’t welcome fire,
But I am open to it.
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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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I am cheering you on. Big smile on my face. Exactly right on, Misty. Exactly right on.
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