BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Imposter syndrome,
Self worth coated by the whispers of doubt
A downpour of not feeling equipped for new opportunities
Topped with procrastinating to self sabotage
Seeking validations only to question the intention
Fighting with devil advocates to believe if anyone is genuine
Mentally confined in a space that sucks out the life of dreams,
Continuously feed a spiral that imprisons any growth
So it can be buried in the cemetery, a graveyard of dwindled hope
A place that nurtures fear
How many walks of life
Were self forced to stick on certain paths
How many brilliant minds get stuck into systems that wouldn’t care if you perish,
They’ll replace you instantly with a next
Filling up gaps in your position
When that same intensity should be invested in entrepreneurship
Like seeds of billion dollar blueprints scattered amongst the lands
Only for it to face drought
Imposter syndrome is like famine
Only through the eyes and mind of the beholder
Has the wisdom to counteract
And act accordingly to survive and prosper
To whomever is reading this
I want you to stop holding back
And step out in confidence.
You are worthy of all the love you are receiving,
You are certified and are able to handle
All that is before you
Believe
And set free
You got this!
