Smooth sail, sailing south
Not smooth but smooth enough
Smooth sail, sailing south
Wait, maybe north
My mind wanders, crumbling
Is this it?
Who do I believe?
Those who bank on me,
Letting me know how awesome I seem
But I laugh, because they have never met me
I am erratic, my thoughts not so smooth
But yet you could have 100 Olympics in my head
The pace is unexplainable
I am not good enough
The truth I believe is that I'm not worthy
Who do I believe?
Me or them?
Let's flip the script. What if I believe my fans?
Those who see the best in me
Those who want me to succeed
Wait, it actually feels alright
Maybe not a smooth ride
But believing is increasing my well-being
I now go to the gym, I write poems including this one
I write books
I speak not smooth but smooth enough
For more than 100,000 people's standing ovation combined
About the Creator
Edison Ade
I Write about Startup Growth. Helping visionary founders scale with proven systems & strategies. Author of books on hypergrowth, AI + the future.
I do a lot of Spoken Word/Poetry, Love Reviewing Movies.
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Comments (3)
Ahhh, impostors symdrome. I always feel that way too. Loved your poem!
I applaud the 100.000 applauding you. Imagination or not, we seek and we find what we want to, or need to find. Good luck on the journey.
This poem was chaotic but so relatable! I liked this one.