Reaping the Doldrums

Warned off a week ago, I didn’t need
reminding of her cold fragility.
She’s only 42 and stressed indeed,
but compounding the pain, it seems to me,
is lack of confidence, imposter-seed
that’s born of college-prep precosity.
Participation medals lack all brilliance,
and tragically retarded her resilience.

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