There are times I certainly don't feel good enough.
But my lap is optimal for my cat or my husband's legs to drape over.
I keep a store functional and performing adequately.
I answer the phone and provide reassurance to whomever may need it.
I am someone who is thought of in merriment.
My family has vested me with keys to their homes just in case.
Strangers can count on me to hold the door for them.
I know that I can handle whatever is asked of me.
I am good enough for them, so I should be good enough for me.

To be myself
Without a care
Of who will judge
Or who will stare
To love my skin
When it's bare
Just to be free
And acutely aware
Letting go
Of others perceptions
But opening up
To all connections

I have started to think less of who you will be.
Instead, I am changing my focus and turning it more inwardly.
You see, you may never be, but I most certainly am.
Who I become can change your life before it ever had began.
So I am changing my present, so I may present this great gift to you.
I am only one, but perhaps one day, one will come from two.
I love you endlessly even though you are just a thought.
But whoever you may be is half of me, so I have to give myself all I've got.
I know that I will be so proud of you because you will be part of me, so I must take pride in myself too.
Thank you for inspiring me to aspire to be everything you could ever require of me.

The blank screen a canvas
For my scrambling thought
Black text is life brought
The blinking cursor
a precursor to what is next
Often times
These winding rhymes can leave me vexed
But still I pine on every line
Leaning over curving my spine
Squinting eyes open heart
Carefully creating every part
Til I feel that I am through
These words are all that I can give to you
Though they are for me you can have them too

Some young
Some old
Some fearful
Some bold
Some big
Some small
Some short
Some tall
Some dark
Some light
Some dim
Some bright
Some healthy
Some ill
Some rich
Some poor
Some evil
Some pure
Some popular
Some obscure
All of them hoping to endure
Beating hearts like ticking clocks
Hopes and dreams like building blocks
Built high knocked down
Sand castles that all drown
But still they find a way to smile
When wanting to frown
Like a pauper wearing a proper crown
These amazing beings
Never cease to fail
At being so strong
Despite being so frail.

I have a wandering mind
It goes asunder at times
I pine over pitiless thoughts
I ought not to think
I become distraught
And I begin to sink
Deeper and deeper
Plummeting down
In the darkest muddiest murkiest
Of waters I begin to drown
But I realize that I am only in a puddle
And I begin my ascension
You see my anxiety transports me to another dimension
Where puddles are lakes and oceans
And I am incapable of controlling my emotions

What is it like to be good enough?
I have never understood the concept.
I'm used to feeling inept
and full of doubt
But self respect...
What's that about.
Self destruction I understand.
I've mastered self neglect.
I know self loathing like the back of my hand.
I've never had a plan,
Never had a dream,
Never been good enough,
But perhaps someday I may.