Not Enough

· Grief

The pit in my stomach. The catch in my breath. The tear rolling down my cheek.

I can do my best. I can do my all. I can accept myself as human.

And I’m not enough.

Not exciting enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough.

Not smart enough. Not organized enough. Not kind enough.

Not bold enough. Not skilled enough. Not happy enough.

Not spiritual enough.

Not good enough.