Zero Grace
On my lifelong discomfort

Zero grace…
Sometimes it’s just hard
For me to say thanks
When it’s charity and support?
Gratitude comes easy
But
Compliments are hard to receive
Especially because
They are hard to believe
I still say what I’m supposed to say
“Thanks for the kind words, you made my day”
All because I don’t wanna seem cruel
Or distant
Or aloof
But I do feel a fool
And that’s the plain truth
I’m not calling those kind words lies
When someone says that I’ve done a good job
I believe that they believe what they say
But I just can’t agree,
Not on the inside
Inside I am:
Insufficient
That’s how I really feel
In love…
In work…
In life…
Inadequate
Like I am pretending
Even when I write
I am in a shell of my own making
There’s a veneer of confidence
Without real belief
(In my art or in my self)
But I keep writing and I keep being me
Not because I choose to,
But because I must
Because the alternative
—The hurt of giving up—
Is too harsh to allow
So
Every admonition and all the
Ruminations
I chew them like poison
Such bitterness burns the tongue so I hurry those harsher truths straight down to my gut
Self-doubt
Gulped down
A quick swallow
So the acid can no longer pucker my gums,
If it hurts to mull over, let it fester at the core
No
There is no accolade
Strong enough to dispel
Negative self-speak
But I force myself to say thanks anyway,
Whenever I receive
Undeserved praise
Though it always makes me feel like a thief
Whatever I’ve done well,
That’s gotta be a fluke
I’m out of my depth
The bubble will shrink
And then it must burst
I don’t want to be good,
What I want is to be great
But here I am:
Lowly
Gazing up at the average
I am lost in awe of the towering crowd
Ah!
How the ego, trembles and shies
When it is thrust up into the light!
Whether you sleep alone or with a lover, pajamas really serve no purpose
But I pretend a comfort below those kind, glaring words
I am losing the battle against myself
But I manage to say thanks
For I was always taught to be
Gracious in defeat
And then I remember:
There is no shame in being meager
My art doesn’t have to be great
To be worth making
And I don’t have to be great
To have a life worth living
It is still worth it to
Try
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About the Creator
Sam Spinelli
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Comments (6)
🌼On your face, I see a guarded expression that I am drawn to because it is the same expression I see on my own face every day. I see someone I can relate to, which is more magnetic than any "perfect image." I paused at your juxtaposition; the difference between charity and compliments is that charity happens up close, while a compliment creates a distance that is harder to pinpoint because it could be both real and fake.
Your art is great simply because YOU created it! Takes a ton of courage to put something out there to be judged by the world. I love your work. Always look forward to reading it 😌
Ah, the imposter syndrome. Sign of a genius.
Beautifully done as alway! “GREAT WORK!” But actually the pajama line is perfect and I expect this will do well. You’re incredibly raw and talented. Accept this a genuine praise.
Author’s note: been thinking a lot lately about the concept of confidence, not only in terms of how we carry ourselves but especially in terms of creativity and creative efforts. There’ve been times where I’ve written stuff I’ve liked and felt proud of, then I’ve gone back to reread it months later and discovered… …it was trash all along. It’s a weird feeling to vacillate between pride in one’s work and embarrassment over it. Usually I strike a happy balance of pride that I created something, alongside a necessary indifference towards the quality. I know every creative is different, but I imagine this might be relatable to some, otherwise the phrase “we are our own worst critics” would never have taken off. You often hear people say that it’s important to believe in yourself, and I think this is true. But I also think it’s easier said than done. Anyway, a few years ago, while introspecting about this I came to the conclusion that believing in yourself and in your work, (as any kind of artist) doesn’t necessarily mean you have to believe your stuff is great. Only that it has value, and was worth your effort. Arriving at this conclusion is part of what helped me feel comfortable with sharing my writing here on Vocal. I still feel I’m not “good enough” and tend to dial in on my own shortcomings. But I realized that even if I’m never able to achieve the skill level I dream about, I’m still a human and art of being human is accommodating the drive to create. Also I personally find a lot of richness and value on seeing what other people have created, even when the art is rough or unpolished. I guess what I’m saying is: a while back I made this conscious effort to not let my own self-criticism stop me from being creative and from sharing the stuff I create. Like, it doesn’t matter if I’m not as good as I want to be, I don’t have to be anything other than what I am. I dunno. I’ve never written about this particular train of thought before, but I figure perhaps it could be relatable, maybe even helpful to other creatives who feel a lot of self doubt. If you do feel that way, my advice is don’t let it bog you down. Accept it and let those thoughts just move along, so you can get back to doing what you want with your creative energy. Have a great weekend everybody
But you indeed are great! I get what you mean though. I feel the same way when someone compliments me 😅😅