Good Enough

In the quiet chambers of my weary heart,

A whisper lingers, tearing me apart.

Like shadows that stretch in the fading light,

I struggle with doubts that haunt me at night.

Each morning I wake with a heavy sigh,

Tangled thoughts swirling, a low, longing cry.

In the mirror, the reflection feels strange,

A face searching for purpose, a life out of range.

The world spins in colors, vibrant and bold,

While I stand in grayscale, feeling brittle and cold.

Comparisons linger like phantoms in air,

Measuring worth against others, a burden to bear.

Oh, the dreams that once danced upon silvered beams,

Now slip through my fingers like shimmering dreams.

The voices of critics, both near and afar,

Echo the stories of who we think we are.

“I’m not smart enough, talented or strong,

Why can’t I fit in? Where do I belong?”

With every misstep, I stumble, I fall,

Caught in the web of a self-imposed wall.

Yet amidst this tempest, I sense a faint light,

A flicker of courage that urges me to fight.

For deep within me lies a resilient seed,

Yearning for nurture, to bloom and succeed.

So I gather the fragments, the pieces of pain,

Transforming the sorrow into strength I gain.

With each breath I take, I reclaim my space,

Allowing imperfection to shape my own grace.

The journey is long, and the road often steep,

But I'll rise from the ashes of battles I keep.

For every “not enough” hides a lesson profound,

In the tapestry of life, it’s where strength is found.

So here I stand, fragile yet free,

Embracing the journey of becoming me.

With open arms, I’ll welcome each scar,

For in the grand story, I’ll be my own star.

No longer defined by the whispers of doubt,

I’ll weave my own narrative and shout it out loud.

For in this vast cosmos, where dreams intertwine,

I am enough, just as I shine.