how i’m creating disorder

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dear diary,

i hear voices around me squealing what seems to be my name, yet resembling the cries of humans in agony.

i feel vibrations throughout the room, as the unending uproar of applause prolongs, disturbing the peace that lives within my mind.

i can’t take it.

this moment should be a picture of paradise for me.

the people around me seemingly praise me with words my brain currently is unable to comprehend.

a vision of success one may say,

yet tell me why underneath it all, i feel grey.

from society’s perspective, victory is painted as others seeing you.

but are you truly winning if you’re unable to see it yourself?

for me, success is when I am able to acknowledge how far i have come.

your internal admiration for yourself should linger like a song you’re unable to get out of your head.

.* poem by anita okoroafor

let’s break our inhibiting patterns. 
what ways will you create disorder to progress?
share below x

¡hot takes¡