My eyes burn
like the my soul's hazy discontent.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of not being
smart enough,
funny enough,
pretty enough,
pretty enough,
thin enough.
Maybe someday
I'll wake up,
with clear eyes,
realizing that I'm
Good enough.
you are enough. just you. enough. all those other enoughs mean nothing.
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Debi
Thank you for your kind words, Debi!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love your blog; it's been an inspiration to me as I've fumbled my way through the blogosphere.
Yes kimberla, you have always been good enough, better than good enough, really, very extra special enough and one of these days you will wake up and see yourself, clearly, as the beautiful, wonderful, loving girl that I've always seen you as.
ReplyDeleteKeep going, you are almost there...
I'm making my way there, but oftentimes I'm my own worst enemy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mrs. Mediocrity...
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