In Which I Admit to Lacking Faith in Human Ability

In this virulent season
flowers might confess
to a resistant case
of imposter syndrome
and take back their blooms

Birds might
simply refuse to sing
trees could just give up
say fuck it all
they prefer bare and grey

Wonder whether we humans
could pick up the slack
for color and fresh air
song and altitude
in this spring confessional

#NaPoWriMo Day 14!
Skylover’s Word List: CONFESS