So Strange

Imposter syndrome strikes again, and again.

Photo by mohsen shenavari on Unsplash

An imposter slouched

writing, scribbling

within notebooks

brushed over in bold pen,

that say nothing.

Borrowed hips and lips

from past women with

unlike minds and eyes

that cross rooms, peering

into corners.

Falling on scrupulous minds,

a familiar silhouette with

hushed confidence,

a strangers reflection.