My Best Days Have Yet to Come
I see a scattered mind
that posts & clicks online:
ailing from imposter syndrome;
despising his own inventions
simply because he created them.
I am this man! unhurried:
I separate from the host
while most other folks
are so far ahead on life’s road
yet I can’t lose hope.
the progress I am making is far too slow.
I can write
and I can love her
but will it be enough?
this war with myself proves far too much.
my worst fear is to give up on my dreams:
to lose myself in losing the woman I love.
I will nurture my soul’s immortal seed:
forever holding myself accountable!
my best and worst days have yet to come.
About My Best Days Have Yet to Come
Hey everyone! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted! Things have been going quite well in my personal life.
Despite my therapist and loved ones often having to remind me of the progress I’m making, I acknowledge that I’ve recently pushed myself past my comfort zone in many ways.
I wrote most of this poem months ago, in a depressed state, but I don’t truly think my worst days have yet to come – only my best days! I’m getting closer to reaching my goals.
I have social anxiety and rarely go on trips. My recent three-day trip to Boston, no matter how inconsequential it may seem, will prepare me for when I travel to other countries.
Also, I have severe driving anxiety. However, I recently spent a couple of hours driving on the highway to a friend’s house. This has strengthened my independence and given me the courage to make a habit of doing similar things.
Furthermore, I’ve been setting more goals, spending more time with my nephew, and thinking about the future without overly catastrophizing everything.
Sometimes I still have a defeatist attitude, like I’m not cut out for what I’ve wanted my whole life. More often than that though, I believe I can achieve anything I put my mind to! It’s true, and you can too!
