When is good enough, and where does it lie?
I'm tired of the mirror's relentless glare,
Of chasing shadows, grasping air,
Of striving, pushing, always more,
Yet never reaching the elusive goal.
My flaws—they loom large, like shadows in the light.
They scream, they shout, they burn so bright.
I chart my path, to make what's wrong right,
Yet lose myself in the endless fight.
In the quiet shadows my strengths reside, Ignored, dismissed, and pushed aside.
I'm weary of feeling not good enough,
Always striving, forever “a diamond in the rough.”
But where's the line, where's the end,
When will I be my own best friend?
Should I let go? Should I learn to just be,
To breathe in the quiet, to set myself free?
Can I trust in the ebb and flow of life's gentle hand,
To shape me, to guide me, without my meticulous command?
When will I be enough, in the eyes of my soul,
When will I stop fighting for some distant goal?
Maybe the answer lies not in the fight,
But in loving my flaws, in embracing my light. So I'll pause the struggle, I'll soften my gaze,
I'll cherish the present, these imperfect days.
For good enough isn't far away,
It's here, it's within me, it's found in today.
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