Reconstruction
Dashiell B.
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This poem started with a case of imposter syndrome—feeling like everyone else had a sense of purpose I didn't. Everything felt so boring and so hollow. And as I kept comparing myself to people who seemed so certain in the conviction of who they were, it made me feel less real. The parentheticals are the intrusive thoughts—the subconscious voice that questions everything, argues against you. But as the poem goes on, those same voices start to pivot. They stop doubting me and start permitting me to exist anyway. The whole piece is meant to be read as a journey—from self-doubt, through the crisis of identity and belonging, toward something more tranquil. Just choosing to be here. Not because I suddenly figured everything out, but because I simply realized no one else has either. I am me. That's enough.
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Reality is the foundation of imagination—nothing comes from nowhere. Creativity is taking what already exists and filtering it through whatever makes you, you. The raw material is the same for everyone. What makes it original is the specific way your brain decides to rearrange it.
