He was my rock
He believed in me
Without him I’m
left with my
self doubt, my
belief I’m less than.
So I act more than
I hang on the fringe
a rule breaker
All to hide that
I’m good,
but not good enough.
I know my limits
so I think.
But now, without shelter,
I’m left with the question
Is there a middle between
more and less?
I’m lost in indecision
self awareness
sucks
Acceptance
one word
a life time
Love you.
Thank you for sharing.
Each word of your poem tells the truth.
I remember feeling like that.
Thank you, Barbara. I have been reading your writing and the two Carols all afternoon. Stories and poems from 2010 forward. You are there in great form. You are here in great form. Thank you for giving us a piece of your mind.
Love, Jenny
Shake it off and be yourself. What is going to happen, in Spirit, is going to happen with or without your cooperation. Why not embrace the adventure of further self discovery?
At some level we all struggle with not feeling good enough. I am working on self acceptance, foibles and all. 🙃
Sending hugs!